Page 31 of Fourteen Years

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“Details.”

Her cheeks pinkend and her tongue darted out to lick her lips nervously. She’d obviously forgotten how I could be and it was driving me on to bring this anticipation out in her again.

“I want your hands on me.”

I stepped forward, running my hands down her arms, laughing darkly as she blew out a breath in exasperation.

Her smaller hands gripped my wrists, yanking my hands up to cover her breasts. I groaned at the contact, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. I squeezed, massaging them as her head fell back against the cabinet again.

“So responsive.” I growled, leaning down and licking her right nipple softly before sucking it into my mouth. My right hand’s thumb found her left breast’s nipple flicking it softly.

“Trevor, please,” she moaned.

“I told you I was going to savor you.” I said, nipping at her hardened peak, breath hot against her breast.

“I don’t want to be savored.” she spoke, voice sure. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I stood, looking down at her.

“Well, who am I to deny the woman I love what she needs?” I yanked her off the counter, spinning her around. My hands found the waistband of her leggings, yanking them down to reveal the matching purple underwear. There was no time to really enjoy the view. I could see her soaking them.

“Should I just move your panties to the side and fuck you with them on?” I whispered, arching over her, bending her to lay flat against the counter for me.

She whimpered softly and nodded, wiggling her ass back into me as I ground my hardness against her.

I lowered my sweatpants kicking them across the room as I stepped forward and kicked her feet further apart, her leggings still around her ankles.

“You look so beautiful, bent over my kitchen counter, trembling and soaking those purple panties.” I praised, watching her, gripping the base of my hardened length before stroking myself.

“Trevor. Inside me. Now.” she demanded.

I smirked. Coming up closer behind her again, I moved the lace to the side, revealing her bare and wet for me.

“Fuck, Monica,” I growled, losing control. I rubbed the pierced tip of my cock against her folds, letting the ring hit her clit as she stiffened under me.

“Trevor?” she questioned “What is that?” she peeked back over her shoulder.

I raised my eyebrows, “Oh, just another piercing I got.” I slid the tip down to her entrance, pressing teasingly to let her feel it.

Groaning, she backed up against me, taking about an inch in before I reached down, my large hand on the base of her spine, stopping her movement. I slid further into her heat, feeling her gripping me, trying to keep me inside as I let myself slide back out again, teasingly.

“Trevor!” she exclaimed, practically growling herself now.

“What, baby?” I asked innocently, running both of my hands up her back, soothing.

“Fuck me, now.” she ordered, all shyness evaporating.

“There she is.” I said, gripping her hips and thrusting my entire length inside her. We both groaned as my pelvis met her body. I was seated deep inside her, her wetness surrounding me, as I gritted my teeth, trying to keep still for a minute.

“Oh my God.” she breathed, arching and adjusting to the feel of me inside of her. I laid my body over hers, curving around her, letting my hands trail down her arms to hers, lacing our fingers together.

“You good?” I asked, kissing the back of her neck as she nodded. I released one of her hands bringing my hand up to grip the base of her throat, pulling out and thrusting deep again as she moaned.

“You’re with me?” I asked, one more time, just to be sure.

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