The Shift Ended Too Soon

After my late shift ended, I rushed home to find my husband waiting in the living room. We barely made it to our bedroom before we were tearing each other's clothes off. His hands on me, exploring every inch of skin he could reach, sent shivers down my spine. My fingers dug into his back as I guided him inside me. He was hard and thick, just how I needed him, rough, relentless thrusts that made me gasp and cling to him tighter. Our bodies slick with sweat, we moved in a rhythm that was primal, urgent. His hips slammed against mine again and again until the tension built up too high and we both shattered, his release spilling inside me as I came around him.