I lean forward and press my palms flat on the counter, and my hair falls around my face. I hear him behind me pushing his shorts and boxers down and then his hands are on my hips again, fingers gripping my flesh as I feel him drag himself through the wetness between my legs.
"Oh, God," I whimper, now totally lost in the moment with him. I ache for him to be inside me.
"You want this?"
Nodding, I look back over my shoulder at him and the devilish expression on his face.
"How bad?"
"So bad, I can't think straight." It's the truth. He makes me so confused and overwhelmed sometimes that I'm not using my brain. Like now, when my greedy pussy is weeping for him to push in.
"Tell me what you want. I want to hear the words."
"Would you just put your fucking dick in me?"
He pushes into me from behind, and I moan so loudly, it echoes in the room. The angle is deep and my jeans are holding my legs together, which makes everything tighter, and I can feel every inch of him.
"Fuck," he grits out through his teeth and his fingers dig into my hips. "Oh, holy fuck, Mila."
Roman pulls back and drives in again and my sweaty palms slide on the counter. I have to brace my elbows on the Formica to keep from going face-first into it. He does it again and again, and each thrust is hard and deep and it has me making sounds I've never heard come out of my mouth.
"You're so tight with your legs pinned like this." His hand runs up my spine under my shirt, and he presses down on the small of my back. When he pulls me back, the angle changes and I gasp so hard, I choke on it.
"Right there," I manage. "Don't move, oh, my God." I sound like a blubbering idiot and I don't care. It's so incredible.
"Here?" He drives into the same spot, and I groan.
"Yes. Fuck. Yes."
He keeps that angle and picks up his pace, and his hand stays pressed on my lower back, holding me in the arch. His grip is punishing, but I want to feel this on my body for days.
"Touch yourself," he says. "I want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze me."
I slide one hand between my legs and press my fingers against my clit and the combination of his thrusts and my own touch is so overwhelming I almost lose control. I whimper and gasp and rock my hips.
"That's it." His breathing is ragged now. "That's it, Mila. Let me hear you."
"Oh, God," I say, trembling. "I'm so close."
"Then come for me," he says. "Right fucking now."
I do. My whole body seizes, and I scream into my arm as I clench around him so hard, his rhythm breaks. My core clenches around him and my stomach jerks in convulsions while I rub my clit and whimper.
He fucks me through it, and then I feel him come inside me in hot, rhythmic pulses, flooding me. I let my hand drop from my clit, feeling his cum dribble out of me and drip onto my fingertips, as his hand smooths over the curve of my ass.
"God, you're perfect in every way," he growls. Then he pulls out, and I groan and straighten up slowly, bracing myself on the bench because my legs are trembling. He pulls his shorts up, and I reach down and pull my underwear and jeans over my hips and button them with fingers that won't stop shaking.
"You felt incredible," he says, but I remind myself that this is just sex. I can't let any of this trick me into letting my heart feel anything.
"Mm," I hum, unable to find words I think are appropriate.
"Go on… Find the guys and wait for me. I'm going to shower and I'll be out in a bit." He presses a kiss to the back of my head, gripping my shoulders gently as my bottom lip quivers.
"Do you want me to have Sorin and Rebecca put dinner on?" I ask, swallowing a bubble of emotion that wants to work its way up.
"Sure, something light, though." He sounds farther away now, and I turn to see him slinking off toward the showers in the back of the room.
That's it?
