Then my hands were sinking into her hips, pulling her down from the counter, turning her, then bending her over the island.

A soft gasp escaped her as I grabbed the material of her leggings and panties and slid them down her legs.

A sweet little mewling sound escaped her as my fingers teased over her ass, then slid between, already finding her wet for me.

A rumble moved through my chest as my thumb slid up her cleft to work her clit while two of my fingers slid into her pussy.

A low moan moved through her as her hips rocked and her walls tightened.

She’d gotten soft and sweet from me last time.

This was going to be something else entirely.

And the way she writhed and moaned as my fingers fucked her hard and fast told me she was absolutely fine with that new arrangement.

“Soren, please,” she panted as I drove her closer and closer.

With my free hand, I reached for my wallet, plucking a condom out of it, then sliding my fingers out of her to free myself and slide the protection on.

Saff’s breath shuddered out of her when she felt the head of my cock tease up her cleft, rocking against her clit for a second, then gliding back down to thrust inside her.

Hard and deep, her whole body jolted with the motion as a deep moan escaped her lips.

My one hand went around her, slipping down—both to protect her hips from ramming into the unyielding marble and to engage her clit.

My other hand tracked up her back to gather her hair, wrapping it tightly around my hand, then yanking back as my hips thrust.

The deep, almost feral sound that escaped her—and the way her pussy tightened hard around my cock—said all I needed to hear.

I fucked her just like that—hard and deep—the sounds of our bodies slamming together mingling with her moans and cries as I drove her closer and closer to that edge.

“Soren…” she whimpered, thighs shaking, pussy a vice grip around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, yanking her hair a little harder as I thrust, as my fingers toyed with her clit.

Then, just like that, she did, her cries filling the kitchen, her pussy pulsing around my cock, dragging me along with her.

She was still gasping for breath as I moved away, landing a soft slap to her ass before leaning down to pull her panties back into place.

“You won’t be needing the pants,” I told her before walking off to the bathroom.

When I came back a moment later, she was standing at the stove, face flushed, mixing the sauce like it was some sort of volatile material that might explode if stirred too roughly.

“Look at you, halfway to a cook already.”