With her jeans fastening in my hands, I look up at her. “It kills me that I could’ve lost you today.” My hands shake as I force myself not to lose my shit.
“It’s – “
“It’s not fine. Everything isn’t fine.” My voice is tight with fury that is in no way directed toward her.
She nods in response to the weakness that’s about to drag me under. “I know.”
“If I hadn’t gotten there….”
A tear slips down her cheek. “But you did.”
“Yes, I did.” I grasp the material that holds the button in place. “This isn’t going to be sweet and gentle. I’m sorry.” I shake my head and stand. “I can’t.”
“Good.” She pushes out her chin and yanks down her jeans. “I don’t want gentle.”
Thank God. Our clothes are disposed of in a flurry of frantic movements, tossed at our feet.
I spin her around. “Put your hands on the island and hold on.”
“Yes, Sir.” She shivers as my breath fans the hairs at her neck.
I grab her with one hand while fisting my dick, stroking, once, twice, lining myself up, and sliding the tip into her wetness. Jesus, she feels good.
She trusts her ass toward me, pushing me to the hilt.
“Fu-u-uck.” And now, I’m the one moaning. “Baby, I can’t stop.”
“Don’t.” The demand on her lips comes out between clenched teeth. “I need you to destroy every memory I have of this morning. Every single second.”
The fucking son of a bitch. I dig my fingertips into her hips and thrust into her. Repeatedly, until her face is pressed into the countertop and her fingertips are clawing fruitlessly into the smooth surface.
Instead of relenting, she uses all her strength to drive me deeper. Harder. Again, and again until the only sound in the room is of our bodies hitting each other, mixed with loud gasps of shock and pleasure spilling from her lips.
It’s erratic. Violent. All-consuming. Over and over. Sweat drips down my forehead, landing on the tip of my nose as I drag down gasps of air.
“Don’t stop. Harder. Faster. Please.” She says a word with each trust of my hips.
Shit. This is…. She looks over her shoulder, holding my gaze. “Don’t you dare stop.” The fire in her eyes sends shockwaves through my balls.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I pull her into a standing position and fasten my mouth on her neck while teasing her clit in time with the pace of our lovemaking.
“Yes, please. Just like that. It’s so fucking good.”
Our pace is furious as my thighs burn and my entire body tightens, preparing for orgasm. But I won’t slow down. I won’t stop. I’ll do whatever it takes to give her pleasure. To make her forget. Because somehow, it stopped being about banishing my fears and turned into ridding her of hers.
I flick my tongue against her pulse point and press my palm into her lower abdomen just above her pelvic bone. “Fucking you is pure heaven.”
“Yes-s-s-s.”
“Just like that, Pretty Girl,” I say against her neck in a voice that’s so rough I can’t hardly place it as mine. “Fuck my dick. Squeeze it. And don’t stop until you come all over it.”
“Fuck!” she screams, causing her entire body to convulse against mine, plunge after glorious plunge. Her body quakes so hard that I have to chase her pussy to stay buried inside of her as wet heat spills around me.
“So tight. You’re so fucking perfect,” I grunt as semen spurts from my dick, filling her insides.
As I shudder inside of her while continuing to pin her to the island, we both gasp for air. A soft breeze flutters along my skin as the central heat kicks on. It should feel warm, but to the heat on my skin, it instead causes goosebumps to scatter along my flesh.
“That was….” There are no words to describe it.
