Women Seeking Women #24

She pushed herself back until the cold marble pressed against her spine. His hand moved between her thighs, opening her, and he slid inside in one steady thrust. They held still for a beat, breathing, then started to move. The rhythm was careful at first, measured, then turned hungry. Her nails dragged down his back, leaving pink lines. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, skin slapping against skin with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. He pulled out almost to the tip and drove back in, harder now, each stroke pushing a soft gasp from her throat. Sweat gathered at her temples and slid down her neck. She met every thrust, hips lifting, chasing the pressure that coiled tighter in her belly. He sucked at the spot below her ear, teeth grazing the pulse there. She clenched around him. He groaned and pressed his forehead to hers, eyes half-closed, then quickened until the only sound left was the rhythmic slap of bodies meeting.