Ebony and ivory

She crawled up his body with a little smile on her face and her dark skin slid over his paler stomach. Her knees were planted on either side of his ribs. Milla's hair hung in wet ropes, and she brushed one stubborn strand from her face with the back of her hand. He felt her cunt hover and then open around the crown of his cock; she took him in inch by inch until her pelvis met his. Her stomach tensed; a faint sheen of sweat already sat above her navel. She rocked forward, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and the shaft slid almost out of her before she sank down again, hard enough that the slap of skin echoed off the wooden headboard. He reached up and palmed both breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tightened. They were deep milk-chocolate with under-curves paler than the rest of her chest. Each time she dropped, her cunt clenched around him; every pull back left the shaft glossy. His breath hitched. She answered with a small, wordless grunt. Outside, the sea whispered against the rocks, but the only rhythm that mattered was the meeting and parting of their bodies.