I drop to my knees.
The first lick is slow and deliberate, my tongue dragging from her entrance to her clit, tasting her fully. She’s sweet and sharp and addictive. When I do it again, she moans, fingers tangling in my hair, thighs trembling around my head.
“Tom… fuck—”
I don’t stop. I lick and suck, working her clit while I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right until she gasps, pussy clenching hard around me. I fuck her withmy fingers, mouth never leaving her, the sounds she makes filling the kitchen, echoing off stainless steel.
“Gonna make you come,” I murmur against her, breath hot against her slick skin. “Gonna make you scream.”
“Yes—don’t stop—don’t you dare—”
I don’t. I redouble my efforts, my fingers pistoning in and out of her while my tongue flicks her clit, fast and relentless. Her moans fill the kitchen, echoing off the stainless steel, mixing with the hum of the fridge and the distant drip of the sink. And then she’s coming, her back arching, her cunt flooding my fingers, her cries ringing in my ears as she rides my face, her juices coating my chin, my lips, my tongue.
I don’t stop until she’s trembling, until her hands slip from my hair, until she’s panting hard, chest heaving.
“Fuck,” she breathes, dazed. “Tom.”
I stand, wiping my mouth, my cock aching, desperate. She looks at it, bites her lip, and slips out of her bra, tugging it free from where it’s still pushed down beneath her breasts.
“Condom,” she says with a pleading look.
I shake my head. “Clean. You?”
She hesitates, then nods. “Clean. I have a copper coil in.”
I stop, “Okay, I admit, I don’t know what that is—”
“In short, no baby in this uterus!” She pulls me down for another urgent kiss.
“Good enough,” I groan, grab her hips, haul her to the edge of the counter, line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance.
“Last chance to say no,” I growl, even though neither of us will.
She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my arse. “Shut up and fuck me.”
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself deep. She’s tight and wet and perfect, cunt gripping me like she was made for it. We both groan, her nails raking down my back as I bottom out.
“Fuck—” I hiss.
“Move,” she demands, already rocking against me.
So I do.
The world narrows to heat and movement and the low rush of sound between us. Everything else slips away. We find a rhythm that pulls us relentlessly closer to the edge, even as a part of me aches for this moment to stretch on forever. Chloe never looks away. Having her watch me like this feeds the fire in my chest until it burns like an inferno. I move faster, chasing the feeling, chasing her, until I am right on the brink of losing myself completely.
“Come with me, Chloe,” I murmur, rough and desperate.
It is all she needs. She shatters beneath me, and the sight of her coming undone is enough to drag me over with her. I gasp her name and give in, half collapsing against her as the world finally rushes back in.
Afterwards, the kitchen feels too bright and not bright enough all at once.
We stand on opposite sides of the counter like it might be neutral territory, both breathing a little too hard, both refusing to look directly at the other for longer than necessary. Stainless steel sparkles brightly. The fridge kicks in. Normal life, apparently, has the nerve to continue.
Chloe breaks first.
“Well,” she says, too brisk. “That was… unfortunate.”
I snort before I can stop myself. “Unfortunate?”
