“That one wasn’t my fault.” Slipping a hand between us, I palm her pussy, slipping a finger between her folds, growling again when I find her soaked. “Fuck, neither was that one.” She’s so ready for me. “I’ve barely touched you and I’m pretty sure I could sink three fingers inside you right off the bat.”
“Oh, God.” Blair melts, forcing me to support her weight as she releases a lust-filled sigh. “I don’t want your fingers, Zane. Not now. I need you inside me.”
Jesus, fuck.“You don’t want foreplay?”
“No. Not today. Please.”
I pause, the veins of my cock throbbing as I remember how it felt sinking inside her. “The hot tub?”
“Later,” she rushes out, her desperate cry prompting me to lift her into my arms and position her on the counter.
She wriggles to the edge, spreading her legs, her glistening core on display. “I need you now. Please.”
My balls tighten at her plea and I launch forward, lining up my tip with her entrance, my length pulsing in my hand.
I’m just as desperate as she is for a release, but the second I’m inside her, our eyes lock and I still as an electric jolt runs through me, my entire body tingling.
Blair’s breath hitches and I grab her face in my hands, molding my mouth to hers, kissing the air back into her lungs, needing to feel connected to her in every way possible.
Our tongues swirl as my hands drop, and I gently stroke my thumbs across her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath her skin, the heat of it setting me alight.
“Zane?” she mewls between kisses, her breathing frantic, her eyes wide when I open mine.
“This is it, B. This is how it always should have been.”
I rock my hips, pushing my cock farther inside her and she cries out.
“Again.”
Doing as asked, I pump into her, grabbing her legs under the knees and lifting her higher, opening her up, burying myself so deep that my balls hit her ass.
We cry out in unison, my grunt matching her moan, and her walls tighten, sucking me in.
“I can feel your piercing rubbing against me, but it’s different than before.”
“Better?”
“Both amazing but— Oh, God.”
I pivot my hips and push in again, slower this time, ensuring she feels the barbell move through her pussy, hitting her G-spot. Her body spasms, and she screams out my name, but when I try it again, she stops me.
“God, this is good but I want to feelyou. I need it.” Her eyes bounce between mine, begging me to understand, and I do. My movements slow and she matches my pace, her eyes never leaving mine, her lips parted as her breathing picks up.
My heart slams in my chest as the pleasure builds inside, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt—the mix of euphoria and love, the feeling that this moment is bigger than we are.
“You’re perfect, B. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted but never thought I deserved.”
“I’m not the only one that deserves the world, Zane. This is it. You and me.”
“You and me,” I repeat, my body trembling as I fight to last a little while longer, never wanting this moment to end. “I love you, B.”
“I love you too.”
Her legs clench and her movements quicken, her body jolting as I match her speed. “I’m close. But this is too good. I— Oh, Jesus.”
“I know, B.” My voice shakes. “I’m with you. Come for me.”
“God, Zane.” She bites her lip as a scream rips from her throat, her body spasming against me, her walls squeezing me so tight that I explode into her.
