His hold tightened around me, but he managed to position his cock and thrust. I cried out against his mouth. Nothing but pleasure. A painful emptiness that only he could fill. He was impossibly hard, filling me until I knew nothing but him. Both his hands were behind my ass now. There was no thrusting, no pistoning. He could barely work himself in and out, we were as close as two people could get.

All I knew was him, stroking me higher. I’d been without him too long. I didn’t need more than a couple of pumps before I was cresting my peak. I fisted my hands in his hoodie and moaned into him. Needy whimpers left me, swallowed by him.

My body went rigid, and molten lava filled me until it erupted. I broke the kiss to yell his name.

He grunted, slamming into me harder and harder, forcing me higher and higher. I drew my knees up and let him work me until his body tightened and he threw his head back. His arms were around me and he held me in place as he emptied inside of me.

Aftershocks undulated throughout my body and I squeezed every last bit of pleasure out of them. I was supporting his weight, but he kept me from sprawling across the countertop.

Aiden raised his head. He peeled a hand off my ass and cupped my chin. “I’m going to take you to the bedroom, strip you down, and fuck you properly.”

A tiny tendril of logic rose up, but I quashed it. My body thrummed from only a couple of minutes with him and I wanted more. “Okay.”

He lifted me and I had to reach back and swat off the papers stuck to my ass. I tried not to think about what we’d just done. It wasn’t the sex. It was that we’d had sex on the divorce papers.

Aiden

Kate clung to me, her legs around my waist as I carried her through the living room, down the hall, and to our bedroom. I left the light off in the room. Ambient light from the kitchen was enough. For now. I wasn’t going to do anything to scare Kate away—unless devouring her whole made her run.

I laid her on the bed and stood back to strip myself of every stitch of clothing I was wearing. She propped herself on her arms and watched me undress. I loved it and might’ve slowed down a microsecond to savor the look in her eyes. Greedy. Insatiable. She wanted more of what we’d done on the counter.

Before this, I’d had sex with Kate like I had romanced her. Textbook slow and tender. I’d work to make her feel desired, cherished, and to bring her to no less than two and usually three orgasms. I loved it. She loved it.