Swing - Episode 3

Katie and Johnnie met at Bible Camp. Now seven years into their relationship, they still fuck like they’re breaking the rules. He pushes her face-down into the mattress and she arches back against him, thighs spread, ass lifted, the wet heat of her cunt slick against his cock as he slides in hard. Her fingers clutch the sheets. She bites the pillow to stay quiet. They keep the lights low and the windows cracked, the summer air thick and warm against their bare skin. Every thrust lands deep. Her walls clench around him, greedy, rhythmic, pulling him closer. He grips her hips, leaves faint bruises she traces later with her thumb, half-smiling at the memory. She comes first, sharp and sudden, her whole body tightening, breath caught in her throat. He follows seconds later, spilling inside her, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, both of them trembling. They don’t talk right away. Just breathe. Just stay like that until the air cools their skin and the sheets stick to their legs. Later she’ll reach for him again, slower this time, her hand between his thighs, already wet from what he left inside her. They move like people who know every inch of each other and still want more.