“Sorry,” I say, wringing my hands together nervously. “I was already in my comfy clothes.” I stare down at my oversized hoodie and festive leggings that don’t match.
He chuckles, saying I look fine as he points to his own pajamas—an old football shirt and his thick, dark blue pants.
While on the outside, I’m smiling, on the inside, I’m a nervous wreck. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
He takes a step toward me, causing my breath to catch in my throat as his hands grab my waist softly. “I lied,” he whispers, his lips growing close to mine. “I don’t want to talk.”
My heart jumps as his strong hand wraps around the back of my neck and his lips crash down on mine passionately.
I instantly relax, knowing that I dodged the bullet again, having to answer his questions. I didn’t have any excuses ready…
My tongue lightly caresses against his as his lips open again.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” I ask seductively, but that look flashes in his eyes again.
“I have a better idea.” He takes my wrist gently and pulls me further into the kitchen, pressing my back against the counter. His lips find mine once more as his hands grip my hips before closing the gap between us.
I can feel his erection through his pajama pants, leaving little to the imagination. A quiet moan leaves me as my head falls back slightly, allowing him to pepper kisses on my neck.
My eyes close then open as his lips leave my skin. “Turn,” he demands with a deep tone, and I waste no time following his orders.
There’s something that excites me about Steven demanding his needs. I’m more than willing to follow him blindly.
His hand runs up my spine seductively, pushing the top half of my body down against the countertop. As his hand runs back down, he hooks his fingers in the waist of my leggings and rips them down around my ankles.
A chill flows over my bare skin while waiting for his next move. The anticipation rushes through me. The evidence of how ready my body is threatens to drip down my legs.I need this man…
I feel his hands on my ass, caressing softly before spreading them slightly. I gasp as I feel his tip pressing against me, begging to be let in. Both Steven and I let out a gasp as he slides every inch inside of me slowly.
I crave the feeling of him stretching me, the way that he bottoms out…It’s enough to make my fucking mouth water.
As he releases my ass, I raise slightly on my tiptoes, giving him better access to press against my G-spot. His thrusts start gently, but soon turn rougher and rapid. It causes my body to press harder into the cold surface he has me bent over, but it feels too good to complain or shift.
“Harder,” I cry out as I can feel myself dripping. His hand quickly finds my hair, and he clutches it into his fist, using itas leverage to pull me harder into every thrust of his hips. My mouth falls open as my eyes roll into my head.
There’s only been one other time we tested the waters with roughness, but it was so long ago that I forgot how good it felt. For just a few moments, I like to feel used. I like him to take control of me like this.
In those moments, I’m fully his, and he knows it. In those moments…he owns every single inch of my body.
“You’re mine,” he grunts as he thrusts into me again harshly, causing me to cry out with pleasure. His words send a delicious chill over my skin as my fingertips press hard against the counter. “Say it…”
“I’m yours,” I moan. As I speak, his left hand moves from my hip back to my ass as he squeezes tightly. His right hand still holds a firm grip on my hair.
Reaching forward, he grabs my hand and places it directly onto my clit. He directs my movements, making me play with myself as he drills into me from behind. The whimpers drip from my lips as the sensation brings me to the brink of orgasm.
He then releases my hair, and both of his hands find my hips once more, pulling me harder into every thrust forward. “Fuck…I’m close,” he warns, but so am I. My fingers rub vigorously against my swollen sex as my ass arches further in the air.
I want to be dripping when he’s finished with me. His fingers dig in as he grunts into the air, pumping his own orgasm into me. Part of me feels slightly disappointed that I wasn’t able to finish as well, but it’s short-lived.
As I pull my hand away, he stops me. “No way. It’s your turn.” He grabs my hand again, placing it back onto my clit. “Don’t pull away until you come.”
There’s something so demanding in his voice that causes a whimper to involuntarily slip out of my mouth. Following his words, I continue to rub myself, but gasp as he shoves two fingers into me.
“That’s it,” he practically whispers as my legs begin to shake from pleasure and my walls constrict tighter. “Come for me.”
I feel the buildup starting, and as my moans turn into screams, he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock deep inside me again. My legs nearly give out as I come undone around him. He grabs me so I don’t fall as I clutch onto the counter.
I didn’t even know I could orgasm this hard…It’s like he knows my body better than I do. A giggle comes from my mouth as I rest against the cool surface.
