Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space

“Gods, Lex!” Summer gasped, writhing under the witch’s hand up her skirt. It was fortunate that they were parked after an afternoon in Central Park, because her ability to concentrate was utterly shot. What had begun as a swift, friendly kiss had turned very quickly into an almost frantic scramble of hands, elbows, tongues, and teeth.

Lex held dominion for the moment, skilled and agile fingers tracing patterns on the inside of Summer’s thighs blindly. She was lunged over the center divider, her other hand behind Summer’s head locked into the long red hair. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Lex’s smile was positively wicked before she twisted to capture Summer’s mouth again.

Lex’s tongue pressed in behind the other girl’s teeth just as her fingers slid up past lace edges to tickle damp folds. Summer whined, her hips pressing upward, and whispered, “Please …” Lex’s low chuckle was the only answer. Summer’s fingers scraped for purchase against leather and plastic and metal.

One smooth thrust, and Lex curled her fingers inside Summer, bringing the redhead to throw her head back, eyes rolling shut on a breathless cry. “Yes, baby?” Lex purred, licking up the exposed throat. The witch knew what the empath liked, and began to slip her fingers in and out, thumb flicking back and forth.

It took very, very little time for Summer to begin gasping, half-sobbing and half-keening, under Lex’s hands.