you lick my finger.”
More heat rushes between my legs. “I want a taste, too,” I breathe obediently.
Cash bends and, with one quick jerk, pulls my pants down to my ankles. As he rises, he pauses to press his lips to the outside of my panties, kissing me. I want to beg him to stop there, but before I can speak, he’s taking my breath away with his wicked fingers.
Pushing my panties to the side, Cash thrusts two fingers inside me, burying them deep and bringing me up onto my toes. He crooks them within me as he massages my clitoris with his thumb. He looks up and his eyes find mine again.
Slowly, he straightens and brings one finger to my lips. His eyes drop to my mouth as I open it. He drags his wet fingertip over my bottom lip then looks back up at me. “Lick.” I lick my bottom lip, tasting the salty sweetness there. “So good,” he whispers before he slides his finger into my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue. I close my lips around it and suck until I hear the air hiss through his gritted teeth.
“Tell me you want me inside you.”
“I want you. Inside me. Right now,” I pant desperately.
I can’t take my eyes off his. Even as I hear the sound of his zipper, our gaze is locked together. I reach down to push my panties over my hips just before Cash grabs me under the arms and puts me up on the counter. The granite is cool against my butt, making me long for the heat of his body.
Still watching me, always watching me, Cash pulls one shoe off my foot then eases my pants and panties down over it, freeing one leg.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I do as he asks.
His eyes on my moist, sensitive flesh make me feel even hotter, even wetter. Cash wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip, making my muscles clench in anticipation of him filling me. “Now tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
“What do you want me to do there?”
“I want you to come in me, to come with me.”
I hear his moan just before he lets his desire off the leash. It seems that one moment, he’s inches away, the next, he’s touching me. All over, everywhere at once.
His hands are in my hair, at my breasts, on my back. His lips are on mine, at my ear, on my neck. His tongue is teasing mine, teasing my nipples, teasing my navel.
Then his hands are sliding under my hips. The world tilts when he picks me up off the counter. Just as my legs wrap around his waist, he enters me, pulling me down onto him, seating himself so far inside me that it steals my breath.
As my head falls back on my shoulders, I cry out. I can’t help it. I’m lost to everything but Cash. I barely hear my own voice. It’s like a soft echo of what’s going on between us—a tornado of sensation and heavy breathing, a hurricane of lips and tongues and teeth and fingers.
I hear Cash’s breath in my ear. I feel his body inside mine. I feel the air rushing over my skin as he carries me to the bed.
Then there’s a firm mattress at my back and a warm body on top of mine. He’s moving inside me, hard and powerful, each thrust deeper than the last.
The build-up is too much, the pleasure too strong. My body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams. Just before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see Cash come up onto his knees. I give myself up to feeling as he spreads my legs wide and rubs my most sensitive part with his thumb, all the while driving in and out of me.
And then I’m toppling over the edge. The first wave of my orgasm makes me dizzy. I hear Cash saying my name over and over. I open my eyes to see him arch his back and pound into me with a recklessness that bursts in my body like a shower of fireworks.
The walls absorb his groan as his pace slows to longer, more languid strokes. His body still pulses within me. Then, with one final thrust, he collapses onto me.
We rest together, drifting back down to earth. His
More heat rushes between my legs. “I want a taste, too,” I breathe obediently.
Cash bends and, with one quick jerk, pulls my pants down to my ankles. As he rises, he pauses to press his lips to the outside of my panties, kissing me. I want to beg him to stop there, but before I can speak, he’s taking my breath away with his wicked fingers.
Pushing my panties to the side, Cash thrusts two fingers inside me, burying them deep and bringing me up onto my toes. He crooks them within me as he massages my clitoris with his thumb. He looks up and his eyes find mine again.
Slowly, he straightens and brings one finger to my lips. His eyes drop to my mouth as I open it. He drags his wet fingertip over my bottom lip then looks back up at me. “Lick.” I lick my bottom lip, tasting the salty sweetness there. “So good,” he whispers before he slides his finger into my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue. I close my lips around it and suck until I hear the air hiss through his gritted teeth.
“Tell me you want me inside you.”
“I want you. Inside me. Right now,” I pant desperately.
I can’t take my eyes off his. Even as I hear the sound of his zipper, our gaze is locked together. I reach down to push my panties over my hips just before Cash grabs me under the arms and puts me up on the counter. The granite is cool against my butt, making me long for the heat of his body.
Still watching me, always watching me, Cash pulls one shoe off my foot then eases my pants and panties down over it, freeing one leg.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I do as he asks.
His eyes on my moist, sensitive flesh make me feel even hotter, even wetter. Cash wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip, making my muscles clench in anticipation of him filling me. “Now tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
“What do you want me to do there?”
“I want you to come in me, to come with me.”
I hear his moan just before he lets his desire off the leash. It seems that one moment, he’s inches away, the next, he’s touching me. All over, everywhere at once.
His hands are in my hair, at my breasts, on my back. His lips are on mine, at my ear, on my neck. His tongue is teasing mine, teasing my nipples, teasing my navel.
Then his hands are sliding under my hips. The world tilts when he picks me up off the counter. Just as my legs wrap around his waist, he enters me, pulling me down onto him, seating himself so far inside me that it steals my breath.
As my head falls back on my shoulders, I cry out. I can’t help it. I’m lost to everything but Cash. I barely hear my own voice. It’s like a soft echo of what’s going on between us—a tornado of sensation and heavy breathing, a hurricane of lips and tongues and teeth and fingers.
I hear Cash’s breath in my ear. I feel his body inside mine. I feel the air rushing over my skin as he carries me to the bed.
Then there’s a firm mattress at my back and a warm body on top of mine. He’s moving inside me, hard and powerful, each thrust deeper than the last.
The build-up is too much, the pleasure too strong. My body feels like it’s coming apart at the seams. Just before I squeeze my eyes shut, I see Cash come up onto his knees. I give myself up to feeling as he spreads my legs wide and rubs my most sensitive part with his thumb, all the while driving in and out of me.
And then I’m toppling over the edge. The first wave of my orgasm makes me dizzy. I hear Cash saying my name over and over. I open my eyes to see him arch his back and pound into me with a recklessness that bursts in my body like a shower of fireworks.
The walls absorb his groan as his pace slows to longer, more languid strokes. His body still pulses within me. Then, with one final thrust, he collapses onto me.
We rest together, drifting back down to earth. His
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