“Yeah. The IUD and I… it’s been a while.” Her fingers dig into my bare chest. “You?”
“Yeah.” I push her panties off her hips. “Turn around.”
She nods okay, spins on her heels.
I peel her panties to her knees. Leave them there. So they’re binding her legs. So she’s at my mercy.
Skye groans as I pin her to the counter.
She places her hands on the tile. Arches her back, thrusting her ass into the air.
Fuck, she has a great ass.
I take a moment to admire it, then I do away with my boxers, bring my hands to her hips.
I hold her in place as I bring our bodies together.
My cock brushes her cunt.
She groans. Rocks back, driving onto me.
Fuck.
Pleasure floods my senses.
My eyes close.
My nails dig into her skin.
My cock pulses.
Her soft cunt envelops me.
I pull her closer. So I have all of her. So she has all of me.
“Fuck.” She reaches back. Scrapes my hips with her nails. “You’re big.”
“Too much?”
“No. Just.” She sucks in a deep breath. “Slow at first.”
I nod. Bring my lips to her neck.
She groans as I suck on her tender skin. Her head falls to one side. Her hair falls over her eyes.
Her lips part with a groan.
Fuck, there is something about that berry lipstick. It’s Skye.
And it’s fucking hot.
I scrape my teeth against her neck. Softly. Then harder. Harder.
Hard enough she yelps.
I keep one hand on her hip. Bring the other to her chest. Cup her breast.
She feels right in my hand. Like she belongs there.
She does.
And this—
Fuck.
I pull back slowly.
She groans as I drag my thumb over her nipples. “Forest.”
“Yeah, princess?”
“That’s… keep doing that.”
“Watch.”
“It’s too much.”
“Try.” I bite her harder.
Her groan is equal parts agony and ecstasy.
Her eyes blink open. Go to our reflection. She takes in everything. My lips against her neck, my hand around her chest, my body behind hers.
I hold her in place as I fill her with a slow, steady thrust.
Through the mirror, her eyes find mine.
She stares like she can’t get enough.
Maybe she can’t.
Fuck knows I’ll never get enough of her.
I dig my fingers into her skin. Drive into her again and again.
“Fuck.” She presses her palm into the counter.
“Too much?”
She shakes her head. “More.”
I nip at her neck. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Tell me if it’s too hard.”
She arches her back, driving me deeper.
“Promise you’ll tell me, princess.”
She nods. Then she turns her head toward mine.
I bring my hand to her cheek. Pull her into a soft, slow kiss.
Fuck, she tastes good. Like mint toothpaste and Skye.
She knots her hand in my hair, holds my head against hers.
Her kiss gets harder.
Like she wants me to know I’m hers.
I am.
But does she know that?
She breaks our kiss with a sigh.
Her eyes find mine. She nods go, turns to the mirror, watches as I drive into her.
As I toy with her nipples.
As I nip at her smooth neck.
She gasps as I press her hand to the counter. “Fuck. Forest—”
I keep her pinned.
Then I move faster.
Harder.
Harder.
There—
Her groan gets louder. Her eyes close. Her chest heaves.
She’s exactly where she needs to be.
I watch pleasure spread over her expression for a moment, then I drive into her.
Again.
And again.
Until she’s groaning and panting and writhing.
“Fuck.” Her fingers slip from the counter.
“Touch yourself,” I groan into her ear. “I want to watch you come.”
Her nod is heavy. Needy. “Don’t stop.”
Like hell.
She slips her hand between her legs.
I drive into her with steady thrusts.
She brings herself to the edge.
Then I push her over it.
Skye groans my name as she comes. Her brows relax. Her eyes close. Her teeth sink into her lip.
I thrust through her orgasm. Then I bring my lips to her ear. “Keep going, princess.”
“Fuck.” She turns her head to mine. Her eyes fix on mine for a moment. They promise love, affection, need.
They promise everything.
Then her eyes close and her lips are on mine.
I kiss her as I fill her.
She kisses back with everything she’s got.
We stay locked together.
It feels like forever passes. Like we’re finally in this perfect space where we belong.
Like we’ve reached fucking Nirvana.
I don’t need a physical form anymore.
I’m pure bliss.
And she’s—
She’s everything.
Skye pulls back to groan.
Her head falls to the right as she comes.
Her cunt pulses around me.
It pulls me over the edge.
With my next thrust, I come.
I groan her name into her neck. Work her until I’ve spilled every drop. Until we’re both a sweaty, panting mess.
Slowly, I untangle our bodies.
She looks up at me with hazy eyes. “That was—”
“Yeah.”
“You…” She rises to her tiptoes and brings her lips to mine.
This kiss is different. More affection than need. More tenderness than rawness.
It still fills me everywhere.
It’s still everything.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Skye
After we shower together, we dress (him in only jeans; me in last night’s purple dress), head downstairs.
He goes straight to the kettle. Fills it with water. Sets it to 175.