"God, Paige, you feel so good."
I try to answer, but the words don't come.
He slides deeper, and my hips rock up, taking him deeper.
He curses, his head dropping forward, his hips pressing flush to mine.
"Are you okay?" he gasps.
I slide a hand down his back, cup his ass, and squeeze.
"Don't stop," I breathe, and rock against him.
His forehead drops to my shoulder. "You feel too good, baby."
He draws out and drives deep, and his groan is pure pleasure. My whole body bows under his touch.
I can't keep my hands still. I'm desperate for him, for his taste and his smell, for the feel of his skin under my hands, for the sound of his voice in my ear.
"More," I beg, and he drives deep, and sets a punishing pace.
I can't think.
Can't breathe.
All I can do is feel, and take him, and feel the wave build inside me, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.
His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is hot and wild and desperate.
His fingers slip between us, and the heel of his hand drags over my clit.
I come, and his mouth muffles my cries.
My hips buck and shake, and he holds me through it, his thrusts going deep and rough, until I'm trembling.
"Are you good?" he gasps.
"Yes, yes, I'm so good, I—"
"Good."
His eyes flash, and he lifts me off the counter, and turns, and pins me against the fridge, his cock driving deep, his hips slamming into mine, the cold steel biting into my spine, his mouth claiming mine.
It's so raw, so rough, and the contrast drives me over the edge again.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders, and my thighs tighten around his hips; I scream against his mouth.
"Oh God, Paige," he breathes, and his mouth slams down on mine, and his cock drives deep.
The orgasm rolls through me and keeps rolling, and the world dissolves in a white-hot flash of sensation.
He groans against my mouth, pausing for a moment before sliding out and shifting the angle.
"Again," he orders, his voice harsh and commanding.
His teeth scrape my throat, and he drags his hips back so his cock slides against my clit, sending a torturous ache through me.
"Oh fuck, oh God," I gasp, and arch my spine.
