His hands slide to my front, his fingers reaching for my panties under the counter.
“God, Christine…”
If I cry out now, he’ll think he’s hurt me butGod…those hands.
He pulls me into him, pushing his erection against my buttocks.
“I want to fuck you,” he says brazenly, suddenly, laying it out on the table.
He trails along the seam of my panties and something stirs inside me. I don’t cry out, but I’m pretty damn close.
“And you want it, too,” he says assuredly, as his fingers keep tormenting me.
I can’t even remember the last time a man touched me like this.
He plays around with the elastic of my underwear, slipping it out from under my dress. I feel the fabric brushing against my hyper-sensitive skin, his fingers trailing them down; the feeling of being in his hands, him wanting me so much that he can’t control himself.
I can feel it everywhere: his desire. It’s suffocating me.
Nobody has ever wanted me like this.
“Now.”
“H-here?” I stammer, lost in the moment. I’m drunk on him: his scent, his hands, his heat, his body, and what I can feel under his jeans.
“Right against this fucking counter.”
His voice, his tone, his breath.
My body’s going up in flames, and he’s only just touched me. I’ll be burned alive by the end of the day.
My panties are down by my ankles, and I instinctively lift my feet to kick them away.
I’m shameless. Thoughtless.
And I want him. Now.
I hear the rustling of buttons being undone, jeans sliding down his legs; and then I feel the heat of his penis against my skin. I push my hips into him, wanting him to take me right now, without wasting any more time.
He lifts one of my hips with his hand. I feel the tip of his penis pressing into me.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
I could explode with joy. “Yes,” I murmur, holding back.
And then I don’t say any more. I don’t think, I don’t breathe: I’m not there.
Because Ryan O’Connor empties me out completely, filling me up with him.
He pushes in as deeply as possible, without restraint. My brain switches off, as my body flares up with desire from the contact.
He grabs my waist and pushes in again, forcefully and confidently. I lean over the counter, trying to take all my weight on my hands; Ryan is strong, almost overpowering, and I can barely take it.
I feel him moving in and out of me, and every time he comes back to fill me it’s deeper, more intense.
Ryan O’Connor is justmore.
He squeezes my buttocks in his hands and mutters into my ear. “This arse…My God, it’s become my obsession. I was wondering if it could really be as good as I’d imagined it.”
