That did it; his cock stiffened and began to pulse.

He pulled her nightshirt up further, slid his hands in, then down. Hooking his thumbs in her panties, he pulled them down.

She bit her lip and leaned into him as they dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

He gripped her hips and yanked her up, resting her bared ass on the edge of the sink.

She opened her legs, the lush rise of the scent of her cunt assaulting him, and he growled.

Her fingers went to the jeans he’d tugged on and gave a passable go at buttoning, leaving the last two undone. He dropped his mouth to hers and stared in her eyes, their breaths coming heavy, twining as she unbuttoned more, reached in, and wrapped her hand tight around his dick.

“Hard for me,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he grunted as her hand got tighter.

She stroked and he braced, his fingertips digging into the flesh at the top of her ass, wanting to thrust into her hand but wanting more to give her what she wanted to take.

“Is this mine?” she whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

She stroked again, a groan stuck in his throat, and he slid his hand along the juncture of her thigh and in.

She gasped against his mouth, the rush of breath so sweet, he thrust into her hand as he slid two fingers deep into her wet.

“Is this mine?” he asked, voice rough.

“Oh yeah.”

He thrust his dick into her hand again as he did the same with his fingers into her pussy.

Her breath hitched and wet flooded around his fingers.

Beautiful.

“You need me to fuck you, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, Abel,” she whispered, then finished on a husk, “Need.”

He slid his fingers out, muttering, “Guide my dick home.”

She didn’t hesitate. She pulled him fully free of his jeans and straight to her cunt.

The instant his cockhead felt her wet, he plunged, her hand flying free, both going to his shoulders to hold on.

He tipped her ass on the basin so he had more of her, dipped his knees, and took her hard, back bowed, forehead to hers, their eyes locked, breaths cutting fast.

She slid her hands urgently up to the sides of his neck, slightly back, fingertips in his hair, and held tight.

“God, you fill me.”

He knew she meant in more ways than one.

“Hold on, pussycat,” he warned, and she held even tighter, jerking up her knees, taking more, loving it, showing him that by clutching hard with everything she had. Her thighs to his sides. Her hands to his neck. Her fingertips against his scalp. And her pussy around his cock, milking him deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hammering hard.

“Faster,” she begged on a breath.

He gave her faster.

“More,” she gasped.