Women Seeking Women #26 - Scene 3

The suite opens to low champagne light and the wet drag of silk against skin. Four years we've danced like this—clothes half-off, mouths full of each other's names. Tonight she takes the pace into her own hands. She climbs over him on the leather sofa, knees sinking deep, and lets the weight of her body sink him back. One hand behind his head, the other guiding his cock to her cunt. She sinks in one slow motion until he's seated all the way inside her. A breath punches out of both of them. She stays still for a second, simply tasting the stretch, then begins to move. She rolls her hips in wide, heavy circles, pulling slick sounds out of them both. Each stroke ends with a small snap of her pelvis, a sharp sting of pleasure. He reaches up and cups her breasts, thumbs flicking the dark nipples; she bites her lip and keeps riding, riding, riding. Sweat gathers in the small of her back. The leather squeaks beneath them. Every few thrusts she leans down and drags her tongue over his throat, tasting salt and heat and him. Their mouths open against each other without kisses—just sharing breath while she fucks herself harder, faster, chasing it until her thighs shake and she comes in tight, possessive pulses around him.