My cock begs me to move faster. To tear her clothes off and dive inside her.
Soon.
Very fucking soon.
Slowly, I roll her panties over her ass and down her thighs.
“Ryan.” She leans onto the counter, bringing her ass into the air. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Touch me.”
“Yeah?” I brush the back of my hand against her cunt.
She’s wet and she smells so fucking good. It takes everything I have to keep my pace.
She needs to stay on the edge.
I need to stay the center of her universe.
We need to be here—this beautiful place where everything makes sense.
We fit together. Belong together.
I don’t have words for it.
But I do have this.
I tease her with one finger.
She lets out a heavy sigh.
Two.
“Ryan.”
Three.
“Fuck.”
I do it again. Again. Again.
With one hard motion, I slide two fingers inside her.
She arches her hips, driving her cunt over my fingers.
Her legs strain against her shorts. She stumbles.
I catch her. Wrap my arm around her waist to hold her in place.
She straightens herself. Presses her palms into the counter to keep her balance.
I bring my free hand to her chest. Toy with her nipple as I fuck her with my fingers.
Her breath hitches in her throat.
Her fingers dig into the counter.