I lift her onto the counter as her legs wrap around my waist, and her heat presses against me through my jeans. She’s wet, I can feel it even through the fabric, and it nearly ruins me.
I kiss my way down her throat, biting lightly, tasting her skin.
Her head falls back. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You feel good,” I murmur.
I push her shirt up, and she lifts her arms, letting me strip it off.
Those perfect, full breasts bare to my mouth, my hands, my greedy fucking eyes.
I lean in, licking over one taut nipple, then the other, and she cries out, arching, panting, fingers tugging my hair as I worship her with my mouth.
I’m gone.
I’m fucking gone.
Her breath hitches as I cup her thigh, my rough palm sliding over warm skin. She watches me, eyes wide, mouth parted, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
I take my time as I drag my hand higher, until my thumb brushes the edge of her panties. She bites her lip, hips shifting toward me like she’s begging without words.
“I thought you didn’t like wearing underwear,” I groan I take her in as she whimpers in front of me. "These have got to go," I murmur.
She nods once. “Take them off then mountain man.”
I hook a finger beneath the waistband and ease the panties down, slowly, watching the pink fabric slide over her soft skin, baring her inch by inch. When I toss them aside, she’s already glossy and slick and so fucking ready.
Her thighs spread for me without hesitation as I drop to my knees.
"Goddamn, Cass," I breathe, brushing my thumb along her crease. She jerks under the touch, her hands fisting the edge of the counter.
I lean in and lick her slowly, dragging my tongue through her folds, tasting every drop like I’ve earned it. She gasps, thighs trembling around my shoulders.
When I flick my tongue over her clit, she cries out, a soft, desperate sound that makes my cock throb.
I grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge, spreading her wide. Her hands slide into my hair, fingers tugging, her body arching off the counter as I suck and tease and press my tongue just right.
"More."
I slide one thick finger into her, slow and deep.
She moans, thighs shaking, her core pulsing around me as I curl that finger and add another..
"I can’t—" she gasps. "I’m going to—"
I groan into her, fingers moving faster, tongue relentless until she clenches hard around me and comes undone as her body shakes.
I hold her through every pulse, until she finally goes limp against the cabinets.
I stand again and take her in. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, dazed, her full lips parted.
"You still want this?" I ask.
She stares at me, as she nods.
That’s all I need.
I unbuckle my belt with shaking hands, push my jeans and boxers down, and fist my cock, already hard and aching. Her eyes drop to it, and her breath catches.
