Blonde on Blonde

She reaches down. Finds his hardness through fabric, wraps her fingers around what she wants. He pushes her back against the wall, slow, deliberate, and kisses her hard enough to steal the breath from her lungs. His hand slides between her thighs. Presses there. Circles. She gasps into his mouth, hips lifting, legs parting for him. He tastes her throat. Teeth graze skin. Her pulse jumps beneath his lips. When he pulls her skirt up it catches at her waist, leaves her exposed. He drops to his knees. Lifts one of her legs over his shoulder. Opens her with his tongue. She rocks against his face, fingers tight in his hair, heels digging into his back. He sucks at her, laps at her, refuses to let go until her thighs tremble. When she comes it crashes through her in waves. He stands, unbuckles, pushes inside before her breathing slows. Fucks her slow. Deep. Holds her hips to keep her steady against the wall. Every thrust knocks a moan loose from her chest.