“I’ve wanted this since the moment we moved in together,” he breathed in my ear, and he hooked his fingers around my panties and began to inch them down my hips. He knelt as he pulled them off, catching my right foot in his hand and planting kisses along the top. My legs were shaking, my hands reaching for him, and he seemed to read my mind.
“You look so good like this,” he murmured as he pushed my thighs apart, sliding his hand beneath my ass and drawing me close. He let his mouth graze ever-so-lightly across the inside of my thigh, and my pussy ached for some kind of relief.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, tipping my head back and silently pleading with him to give me what I needed. He hovered his mouth over me for a moment, letting the warmth of his breath torment me for a moment, and then he moved in and took my clit between his lips, and my brain lost any hope of rational thought.
He sealed his mouth around me and sucked lightly, stroking his tongue back and forth across my clit and sending waves of pleasure out across my body. I moaned hopelessly and leaned back on the counter, planting my hands behind me, hoping they would be enough to keep me upright. Fuck, how could this feel so good? How had I waited this long to do this? He flattened his tongue and moved in slow strokes over my clit, from top to bottom, as though determined to taste as much of me as he could. He purred against me, the vibrations pulsing through my body, and I gripped his hair and began to rock my hips back against him.
“You taste so good,” he breathed, pulling back for a split second before burying his face back into me. I tipped my head back and cried out, the words I needed to express how I was feeling collapsing to syllables and sounds. I needed this, I needed it, the cresting pleasure pushing and growing and cresting and—
He pulled back suddenly, leaving me gasping for air, and reached into the pocket of his discarded pants to pull out a condom. My mouth was still opening and closing, trying to find the words to tell him how much I needed this, him, all of it.
“I want to feel you come,” he explained as he sheathed himself, and then he caught me and pulled me close. He moved between my legs, taking his cock in his hand and pressing himself against my slit. I groaned as he slowly eased himself inside of me, and the two of us held dead still for a moment as soon as he was all the way buried in my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, the world seeming to hold its breath around us as it waited for us to start moving again. His head was bent, pressed into my shoulder, and I could feel his breath pooling on my collarbone, warm against the cool air of the night around us.
“You feel amazing,” he groaned into my ear, and I hooked my legs behind him to draw him in as deeply as I could. He began to thrust into me, shallowly at first, but soon he built up a pace and before I knew it he was fucking me hard and deep, burying himself inside me with every thrust. I clutched to him for dear life like he was the only thing keeping me on this planet.
“You’re so tight, Amaya,” he murmured, and the sound of my name on his lips was like an enchantment, pushing me closer to the edge. My body was burning with pleasure, the pressure between my legs growing to almost agonizing heights, and my entire soul ached for him, for this. His fingertips sank deep into my hips, holding me steady, and I remembered the bruises he had left on me the first time around. This was how it had happened, when he was holding me so tight I could hardly breathe, I knew it. And like a muscle memory, I felt myself grow and burst around him.
“Ah!” I cried out, the sound shattering the still air around the apartment. My pussy clenched around his cock, and he held himself deep inside me, letting the orgasm swell and burst across my body. I buried my head in his shoulder, letting my lips trail across his neck, tasting him, filling myself full of him, letting my senses get overwhelmed with every part of him I could find. The pleasure came in waves, growing until my entire body was shaking in his arms. He thrust into me a couple of times more, and soon enough, I felt him bottom out within me as well, his body giving in the way mine just had. When he came, he didn’t move for a while, as though he wanted nothing more than for this moment to stretch out in front of us forever.
Eventually, he pulled himself out of me with some reluctance, quickly disposing of the condom while I sat there on the counter feeling like the entire world had just shifted out underneath me in a way I could never come back from.
He planted a line of kisses from my shoulder to my neck and then came to pause at my mouth once more, an almost tender connection given what we had just done. He pulled back and smiled, somewhat cocky, as he ran his hands over my waist.
“That was good,” he murmured.
“That was an understatement,” I finally managed in response, my voice still shaking heavily. He had set off tremors through my whole body, the aftershocks of the pleasure rushing through me and rendering me a little stupid.
“I’d like to know what got you so mad when you walked in here,” he cocked his head at me and grinned. “Maybe see if I can get you that pissed off again in the future.”
“Oh, trust me, you won’t need to get me mad to convince me to do that again,” I promised him, and I reached for my beer. He grabbed his, and we both took a sip and then giggled at the ridiculous decadence of what we were doing.
“You want some pizza?” He nodded to the box behind me. “I worked up quite an appetite.”
“Me too,” I agreed, and I went to grab a slice. I snuck a look at him as I did so and wondered once again what the hell I had done to earn myself a shot with a man like this.