“Why do you have to make this so difficult?” she asked.
I applied a little more pressure to her clit with my thumb, making her moan into my mouth.
“You should be happy; I have clean hands now,” I mumbled as I pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Just fuck me, Sawyer. Don’t make me beg.”
I wasn’t going to draw this out any longer and didn’t want anyone to come looking for us. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, put them in my mouth, and licked her juices off them. Wrapping both of my hands around her waist, I lifted her and set her on the edge of the counter. As she toed off her shoes, I slid her jeans and panties off and set them on the counter. Quickly, I undid my pants and pulled out my hard cock.
“I could make you beg for it,” I teased. I tapped the head of my cock against her pussy lips.
“And I could kick you in your balls and make you cry.”
We smiled at one another, and as our mouths crashed together, I pushed my dick into her slick pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist and put her hands on my upper back. I put one of my hands on the small of her back and held her, so the counter wouldn’t be so uncomfortable for her. I stretched my other arm out just above her head and pressed my palm against the mirror.
Our bodies were starved for attention from one another, and we fucked hard and fast. Taylor came quickly, and I crashed my mouth down on hers and claimed her quiet whimpers. I pulled my lips off hers and leaned my head back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed. I was pretty sure I wasn’t hurting her, because her hips were bucking, trying to get more from me. I leaned in closer and kissed one of her eyelids.
Taylor opened her eyes, and I kissed her nose before kissing her lips again. “You okay?” I asked her. She quickly nodded and then pressed her lips against mine. She seemed to want to hide from my prying eyes.
“Okay, good,” I mumbled against her lips. “Because I’m going to come, and I want you to come again with me.”
“Oh my God, no! I can’t again!” Taylor hissed at me in a hushed voice.
I raised an eyebrow at her as I took my hand off the mirror and licked my thumb. I kept my eyes on hers as I pressed the pad of my thumb to her clit.
“I bet you can,” I murmured.
“Sawyer! Don’t!”
My eyes were glued to her threatening glare as my thumb started to stroke the side of her clit. After a few slow circular motions, Taylor gave me a warning look that death was soon coming to me if I proceeded.
“Sawyer!”
Of course, I continued.
“Damn you, Sawyer.” I swear, Taylor sounded like she was growling.
“You need to come again,” I said.
“I don’t!”
“You do. Trust me, you do.”
I nearly withdrew on the other side of each thrust and took advantage of the space between us by teasingly swiping my thumb across her clit. It was driving her wild. Taylor pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes. She looked as though she was trying to hang on for dear life. After a few more quick thrusts, I held myself still deep inside her.
“Ah, fuck yeah! Feel that?” I asked her as my cum shot into her. My hands were firmly on her hips, holding her still.
Her mouth was tightly clamped shut, and she turned her head to the side. I smiled, though, when I felt her pussy contract around my cock again.
What are you so scared of?
I placed a soft kiss on her throat before kissing her lips. Taylor opened her eyes as her orgasm subsided, and when she noticed I was looking into her eyes, she quickly looked away. My fingertips traced the warm skin of her throat.
“I bet you sound incredible when you allow yourself to let go,” I said softly as I gently tapped her throat.
“We should get back to our seats. Jensen is alone,” she suggested.
I nodded, pulled my dick out of her, and did my jeans up. Taylor seemed frazzled and out of sorts as she quickly tried to dress. In haste, she dropped her panties, and I bent down to pick them up for her.
