The door to the bedroom swings open, banging against the dresser. Two grappling bodies stumble into the room, urgently dismantling clothing. He parts the buttons of her blouse and pushes her bra above her breasts. She slips his shirt over his head and parts his fly before shoving his trousers down past his thighs.
Tongues laced with the bitter tang of liquor and smoke lash and clash, swirling around, squelching all intelligible words into extended groans, whimpers, and gasps. No matter. Conversation was exhausted long before they stormed the room.
They fall onto the bed. She lands on his chest and belly, forcing the air from his lungs. He inhales deep, stealing the breath from her mouth as their lips continue to lock upon one another.
Eyes squeezed tight, they clutch at each other, fingers digging into flesh, tangling through hair. She grinds her crotch against his, willing his underwear down with the incessant rub of her pelvis. Through her jeans and damp panties she feels the vulgar drag of his hard cock beneath her, his dripping tip smearing the skin of her lower belly.
They swear and curse at each other with garbled, growling voices through gritted teeth and hardened expressions. Engaged. Enraged. It’s a turbulent conflict of sex and desire.
She rears back, kneeling over him, straddling her thighs across his hips. He looks back up at her with an earnest gaze. It catches her off guard. For a moment, her lips tremble, her body seizes, a chink in her veneer of cold passion. She sucks it in. Like tossing gas on a bonfire, the moment of hesitation is torched. Brows dipping sharply, a flare of anger descends from her eyes towards him. She wants to slap him but abstains. Instead, she rakes his chest with her fingernails for good measure.
Taking up his cock, she shoves her crotch down upon him, sinking him deep within her with a harsh thrust. A gravelly gasp bursts from her mouth. A sneering “fuck” growls from his.
They bang their bodies together --a sharp collision of crotches-- each ensuring the stinging smack of damp flesh is felt by the other like the crack of a whip. Hips coil like gun hammers slamming forward, the clash just as stark and violent.
He flips her over, shoving her to her knees and hands and slams her from behind with shuddering thrusts. She swears as if she’s being fucked by the devil, berating the temptation she has succumbed to with languishing moans.
Overwhelmed by a wretched, undeniable lust, they toss and tussle together. The bed shakes and shudders beneath. The sheets tug off the corners, bunched into a wrinkled mess below their churning bodies. A feverish heat radiates from them, evident by the blistering red scratch marks they leave across their skin.
She rolls over, legs splayed, taunting him for more, threatening rebuke if he offers less. He pounces on her, shoving apart her thighs, bullying his cock deep inside and filling her with rapid, rough thrusts. He leans down to smother her mouth with his but she yanks at his hair, holding him back.
They fuck hard. They fuck fierce. Her heels dig into the back of his thighs as she clenches upon on his throbbing cock, surging towards the edge. Their eyes squeeze shut tight, so hard their brows tremble and droplets of tears pinch out. They can’t look at each other, resist looking at each other. Neither can see anything but effervescent dots and blotches, electrified, erratic images that match their tormented thoughts.