LJ held his breath as he watched her face, giving her the first hard thrust with a curl of his hips at the end.

She squeaked and almost lost her grip on the weight bench, her little nipples pebbling even tighter.

He reached up and cupped her ass, driving into her with short bursts that hooked hard at the bottom. Her jaw clenched tight, and she let go of the weight bench and leaned back, angling instinctively to try to prolong the burst of pleasure at the end of each pass. “Yes. Please, yes, LJ, oh my—”

Something wordless and intense roared through his ears, dangerous tingles already gathering at the base of his arousal.

“I can make it feel better, but I have to have you on your knees,” he gasped. “Can I put you on your knees, sweet girl?”

Even the words turned him on.

Her eyes came open but were only hazy green slits. “Yes, any—I need—oh God. Yes.”

He surged upward, wrapping his arms around her waist, and stood while still buried inside her. That got her eyes wide open, and he started pumping into her while standing. One arm under her ass, one around her waist, his thigh muscles clenching. He wanted her up against a wall, her back against something firm so he could push deep and—

He pulled out the second before it was too late, gasping as he held her up in shaking arms and tried to fight the orgasm already roaring through his head, begging to burst out through his tip. The air in the shed clung molten hot to his skin. A thousand and three degrees, and still it felt cold on his erection after the warmth of her body.

LJ lowered her to her feet and she staggered a little, reaching for the weight bench and climbing up onto it on hands and knees. She fumbled for a second and then dropped one leg to the ground so she could open a little more.

Before she could get self-conscious, he joined her. His hands were so hot her skin seemed cool against his palms when he smoothed them up her back, leaving kisses along her spine. “I’m here. I’m right here. You hear my voice, Andie-girl? I love you. You know how goddamn much I love you.”

She turned her head, shaking the tumble of her black hair out of her face as she reached one hand around to draw his mouth to hers. “It’s okay,” she murmured through the smile that crept into their kiss. “I’m okay.”

He laid his cheek between her shoulder blades and closed his eyes. He was not okay. He wanted this so bad, wanted to take her deep from behind in a way he couldn’t explain in words, or as a mere fetish. It was more like part of his DNA, the need to claim her as his.