“Please, Michael,” I whimpered.
He curled his hand around my neck and pulled me to him, undoing my dress zipper.
Without him asking, I pulled the top of my dress off my shoulders and unclipped my bra, letting my breasts fall out of it. I couldn’t wait any longer to have his hands on them. He groped one of my breasts in his hand and rolled my nipple against his palm, making me tighten.
I bit my lip and moaned. He tugged on my nipple, his fingers slamming up into me, and heat warmed my pussy. The tension was enough to send me right over the edge until I doubled over on the countertop, my fingers digging into the smooth granite.
My body seized back and forth, the ecstasy rushing out of me. He turned on the sink, splashed some water on my tits to make them wet and glistening, and pressed his hardness against me from behind.
“Fuck, Mia.” He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and stuck them into my mouth, watching me intently. “You drive me wild.”
My body shuddered against him, my mind foggy with ecstacy. He picked me up and placed me on the countertop, stood between my legs, and pulled off my panties, stuffing them into my mouth. He pulled me to the edge and crouched between my legs. He massaged my clit with his tongue, moving it in small, torturous circles.
I laced my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, and moaned as loudly as I could with my panties stuffed into my mouth. His tongue was doing wonders, his fingers playing with my entrance again. He took my chin and made me watch him please me. I clenched around his fingers, my legs shaking. But this time, he didn’t let me come again.
Instead, he spit on my clit and rubbed it all over my pussy, getting it wet and ready for him. After pulling me off the counter, he turned me around and forced me to spread my legs from behind. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and threw them onto the counter next to us, and then he took his cock in his hand, rubbed it against my wetness, and made it glisten with my juices.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed hard into me from behind. I let out a loud moan, and he pulled my body against his, starting to pound into me and watching my tits move in the mirror. I stared at him, my pussy pulsing.
“Michael,” I whispered.
He wrapped his arms around my torso, groping my tits, and then sucked on my neck. I curled my toes, another moan escaping my lips. A wave of pleasure rolled through me.
“Please, Michael. More.”
He continued to suck me as he pumped in and out of me faster until I could barely hold myself up. I threw my head back, giving him better access, and he tugged on my nipples.
“Keep tightening your pussy on me,” he said into my ear.
I clenched on him, the force building in my pussy. He groaned and let go of my nipples, letting my breasts bounce in his hands. The rapture shot through me, and I arched my back, another orgasm cutting through me. He continued to thrust into me until I felt his warm cum pumping out of my hole.
And when he finally pulled out of me, he pressed his lips on my bare shoulder. “I love you so fucking much, Mia.”
CHAPTER41
MIA
Michael planted a kiss on my lips and rolled off of me, staring up at the ceiling. “Mia, you’re going to kill me with all this sex,” he said, chuckling and breathing heavy. The sunlight flooded in through the sheer curtains and shone against his sweaty chest, rising and falling with every breath.
I rolled onto my stomach, kicking my legs back and forth, and smiled at him. He glanced down at me, lips pulled into a smile too. It had been a couple days since I’d told Michael I loved him, and we’d been having sex whenever we could. This honeymoon phase would wear off soon, but I couldn’t keep my hands off of him now.
On the other hand, Mom was recovering quicker than the doctors had expected. I thought it was because James sat by her bed all day, every day, cracking jokes and telling her that she’d better get healthier soon, that they had so much to do in their lives together.
Mom was happy. I rested my fingers on Michael’s chest. And so was I.
“You’re not saying you want to stop having sex, are you?” I asked playfully, brow raised.
He chuckled and pulled me onto his chest. “No.”
His eyes were ocean blue, and I wanted to stare into them forever. They were so damn beautiful, and they were all mine.
“I would never want to stop loving you.”
My heart fluttered. Usually, by now, the butterflies would’ve worn off—at least, they had with Mason—but I still felt them, and that made me feel so fucking good on the inside.
“Breakfast in half an hour?” he asked. “We could go to your favorite place?”
“And get pancakes with strawberries?” I asked, curling my fingers into his chest.
