“I don’t want to,” I said. “I want you. I want to feel you.”
His face brightened instantly, the curve of his lips revealing his relief.
Jonah pressed in between my legs again, his cock brushing against my centre as his lips met mine. A soft pressure at first, our mouths sliding across each other, his hands caressing my face, holding me to him. My hands dug into his bare back, clinging to his body like he was a life raft in the middle of a storm.
He pressed again, the head of his dick pushing hard against my slick core. Using my hand, I guided him closer, rubbing his cock to tease us both. The throaty noise of desperation that escaped Jonah told me I was successful.
“Kit,” he hissed.
“Yes?”
Jonah let out a heavy sigh, his head rolling forward. “I’m dying here.”
“Oh, so when I’m desperate, it’s no biggie.” I grinned. Jonah hissed again as I worked him against my core. “When it’s you, it’s different?”
“I need you, baby,” he crooned, his forehead meeting mine. Our eyes connected, a heated gaze I couldn’t escape. “Do you need me?” he whispered.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes stuck to his, and nodded. “I do.”
Jonah shifted his hips, pressing deeper, my legs spreading around his body. “Do you want me?” His hand slid up, moving a piece of hair behind my ear. “Like I want you?”
“Yes,” I nearly begged.
He pushed his girth inside but stopped at the tip. My heart leapt into my throat, stuck there as pleasure and pain mixed. My hands gripped at his shoulders, the ribbon of muscles firm.
“Are you going to take all of me?”
The way he asked…His tone was so soft, so tender, but the meaning behind it all was anything but. It was borne of lust, of want, of the days we’d spent waiting for this very moment.
My only answer was a simple nod, my head screaming at him, begging him to fuck me, to leave his mark. To give me everything I wanted.
His gaze didn’t leave mine, not as he pressed in further. I hissed, my fingers curling on the edge of the counter for grip, as his thick girth stretched me in all the best ways.
I was transfixed by him, by his beauty. The lust in his brown gaze, the way his eyes rolled back as he pulled out and thrust even deeper. The hiss that escaped between his teeth as he lost himself in me. The soft kiss he pressed to my throat, the grip of his hand as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling from around my waist, stretching up to my shoulder.
The slight pressure of his cock continued, a welcome pain, as he bottomed out and continued to fuck me on the counter.
“You take me so fucking well,” he gasped between thrusts. I held on tightly to him, nails digging into his skin as I indulged myself in him, letting the pleasure sink under my skin.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me off the counter in one quick motion. The loss between my legs had me whimpering, my legs tightening around his waist as if to impale myself on him again, but with the press of his sticky, hot skin to mine I knew we weren’t finished.
Jonah effortlessly carried me to the sofa, my arse landing on the tall armrest, his lips meeting mine passionately. I ached to have him inside me again, still mourning the loss of the orgasm I could feel building.
“Can I turn you around?” he asked.
I smirked, reading his plan. “Bend me over the sofa?”
“I want to fuck you on every surface,” he said, his voice a low grumble. “I don’t want to look at an inch of this place without thinking of the noises you made there.”
I chased away the reminder that we had an expiration date by kissing him again, the taste of his tongue enough of a distraction. His hands gripped my arms, turning me around and placing me flat on my stomach, my arse in the air.
I held onto the sofa cushion tightly as he slid back inside, each inch no longer uncomfortable, instead a delight as he fucked deeper. I could barely breathe, the feeling so intense from the new angle, his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusted, picking up speed as he began to lose control of himself.
He swore under his breath. “I never imagined…never thought it could feel this good with anyone.”
I could barely recall my name, he was in so deep, so thick.
He thrust over and over, each movement driving me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I had never been fucked like this before, intense with a tenderness in his grip, in every syllable that left his lips.
