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.

I look down as she whimpers, my finger drawing a line down the center of her arse. She’s immediately a statue. “You can do this, Ava.” Just talk her through it. Reassure her. She has to let me take this from her. I move my hand to between her thighs and gather some of her pleasure, smiling at how saturated she is. No prep required. I spread it far and wide, making sure she’s ready for me. But she’s still a little stiff. “Relax, we’ll take it slow.” I continue working her, mentally willing her to loosen up. Come on, baby. It’ll hurt if you don’t ease up. I circle my thumb around her opening, watching her closely. Her shoulders rise. “Ava, relax.”

“I’m fucking trying,” she retorts, her fists clenching. “Give me time, damn it.”

“Watch your mouth,” I say around a smile, knowing I’m asking the impossible. Her sass makes me chuckle as I return to her pussy, working her a little more. She’s not denying me.

“Don’t you need some lubricant or something?”