the hard fuck

She was naked from the bottom down and I could feel the heat from between her thighs as I pressed the back of them open with my knee. The cold calculation that frames most of my actions had been lost minutes earlier when she had shown up at my door. Minutes, because it hadn't taken long after that first kiss to find the bedroom, to drag her jeans and panties over hips and legs, to turn her around and push her over the bed, my hands wrapped tightly around her wrists to keep her still.

The line between desire and need can be erased in a single touch.

It happened for me the moment I kissed her, really kissed her, when she came through the door. No games, no teasing, just a mutual imperative to be fucked.

And now she was under me and the impact of my thighs hitting her ass as I entered her drove all other thoughts from my mind. My fingers tightened around her wrists as I drew back far enough to drive into her with force and I was inside her again, hard, hard enough to make her body shudder against the bed. There was no rhythm to my fucking, just ragged intensity, and she moved with me, ass meeting each thrust so that I took her deeper, relentlessly pounding her into the bed.