She’s spent already. It’s fulfilling and worrying. She’s got a long night ahead of her.

“I want you,” she cries, and I moan my happiness.

“Tell me you need me,” I demand.

“I need you.”

I look to the ceiling in gratitude. And I need you, baby. Fuck the whys and wherefores. It is what it is, and I’m happy with that. “You’ll always need me, Ava. I’m going to make sure of it.” Any way I can. “Now let’s see if we can fuck some sense into you.”

I remove my fingers from inside her and drag her off the counter, turning her around and positioning her hands on the edge.

“I want to see you.”

I ignore her and start getting her to where I want her, crowding her from behind. “Shut up and soak up the pleasure,” I whisper, grinding into her, reaching forward and taking her wrists. “No talking unless I tell you. You got that?”

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.