She nods, and I smile on the inside. So stubborn. But so amenable. She’s becoming more perfect by the second. I brush my touch gently up her arms, working my way onto her shoulders, massaging away the last scraps of tension I can feel.

I drop my mouth to her neck, dotting soft, delicate kisses there. I’ve never found it so easy to be tender. “Your skin is addictive.” She hums quietly, the sound nothing short of orgasm provoking, and I laugh softly. “This good?” I continue tracing my mouth all over her neck, her jaw, her cheek. She turns to look at me, and I read her want, kissing her lips, my hands drifting down to her sensitive hips. “Keep your hands where they are.” Releasing her, I step back, my eyes never leaving her as I remove my trousers and boxers. I reclaim her. Slowly walk her back, my breathing more strained by the second. I take hold of her nape with one hand, my cock in the other, guiding it to her pussy. The second there’s contact, my knees begin to shake. I lower my mouth to her spine and lick a long trail up to her neck, finishing with a kiss. “Are you ready for me, Ava?” I ask. Am I ready? “You can answer.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, and I exhale, advancing forward, clenching my eyes closed. Good God, I can hardly breathe. I’m struggling to move, being held captive by the pleasure she gives me.

I release my dick, taking the counter again for support, bracing myself for my next move. I don’t get a chance to make it. She jolts back, and I sink deep and hard, nearly choking as a result. “Fuck, Ava,” I bark, gasping for breath. “You turn me inside out.” My grip on her nape tightens, my other hand reaching for her breast. Staring down at her back, I fight off the urgency building, my compulsion to take her hard overwhelming me. It’s no good. Seeing her like this. Hearing her, feeling her, smelling her. “I can’t do this slow.” I squeeze her breast, withdrawing and pounding forward on a grunt.

“Jesse!”

I slip out lazily. “Quiet, Ava.” And enter her hard again, jolting her forward. I see her white knuckles flex, and when I’m sure she’s got a solid hold of the counter, I give in to my need and piston in and out of her like I might never get the chance to take her again. That thought. This moment. I shake it away and focus of blowing both our minds, moving my hold back to her hips and powering on, sweating, breathless, every muscle working harder than they ever have before. The walls of her pussy relentlessly grip me, increasing the friction. I’m out of my fucking mind. She lets out a little yelp, her body solidifying. No. She’s not going yet. “Not yet, Ava.” I need her to last the distance, to come with me. I pull out without thought, my face screwing up, both in pain and loss. There’s a better way, and it’ll be a check off my list.