He swirled his fingers inside of me, taking turns rubbing my clit with my wetness.
“Good, because I want to feel you. I want you to take what I have to give you, Lourde.”
My pussy clamped down at his words.
And with one deft move, the metal swipe of his zipper sounded, followed by his pants falling. His hand inched up my skirt, pulling apart my lace thong. He teased me at the opening of my folds with his hard, thick tip.
“Barrett, please.” I breathed out on a plea.
He dipped inside me slowly at first, and I pressed into the countertop. Free from the binds of latex, he was excruciatingly delicious.
“Oh, fuck, Lourde, you feel…” He plowed into me again, and with the force of his thrust, my hips hit against the corner of the counter. His hands fell around my hips, between the sharp edge of the counter and my bones, protecting me, as he continued his tantric assault.
Blistering heat overcame me and flowed up my back, but I couldn’t round out any words.
“Jesus Christ.” His words hissed out between his teeth.
With my nipples rubbing against the cool counter, it was enough to tip me over the edge. “Barrett,” I yelled as I saw a rainbow of stars.
With one last thrust, he spilled into me, his dick quivering inside me. I clamped down on him, wanting all he had to give me.
He rested his body on top of me, not giving me his full weight but a warm embrace as he remained inside me, his hand wrapped around my body. I turned my head so his breath was on my cheek.
“That was… I have no words for that, dollface.”
“I love you, Barrett.” The words left my mouth without realizing that’s what I was going to say, but it was true—every word. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He stared at me long and hard, then took my mouth and kissed me in a long, slow kiss that if he wasn’t pinning me upright, I think I would have slumped to the ground.