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He nudged her legs farther apart and whispered for her to bend her knees. It was like some obscene squatting exercise. She was so exposed. It wasn’t the same as before in the dressing room, though.
There she’d been in boots, bent over the table, and the perfect height for him to slide inside her. This … She loved and hated that he could see everything.
His zipper grated amid their heavy breathing and then he was there, pushing inside her. He eased her higher over the glass, raised her so her knees cradled his hips. She’d never been taken this way, from behind, ridden off the floor, held hard while he drove inside her.
“Fuck, woman, you’re so tight.” His hands didn’t let go of her, and the angle he held her at was going to make her come without any clit action. She breathed a sigh of relief, of frustrated arousal, of eager anticipation.
He didn’t stop or slow his tempo. The movement slid her back and forth on the counter, her own perspiration acting as a lube for the slide, the pull.
It was a near mirror of earlier, but still so different. Would sex with him always feel that way? Same positions, different sensations.
“Can you come like this? I’ve got you, I swear, and, Jesus, you’re … Can you?”
Mandi jerked her head in a nod. If he kept up the driving force of his hips, and the thrusting of his cock against that tingling place inside her, yeah, she could come.
"Good. Then come. Come on my cock again, birthday girl.”
That was all she needed. His voice around her.
Her body shuddered and traveled through her muscles from her feet to her neck. The minute the spasms started, he tightened his hold on her hips and fucked her into the glass box she was holding onto.
The orgasm continued flowing through her, something else she’d never experienced before. The harder he fucked her, the more drawn out the sensations, the more she fell from the cliff.
“Fuck it, Mandi …”
He pulled out, thrust back in, spearing her. Then he stilled and pulled her off the countertop. He wrapped his arms around her and held her on his cock, grunting as he came.
He kissed her hair, her neck, her shoulder. His harsh breathing echoed in the empty shop.
He pressed her against the solid glass once more and pulled out of her, easing her down until she was on her feet.
When she turned in the circle of his arms, she clung to him, weak but sated and satisfied.
He gave her the softest, sweetest kiss on the forehead. She squeezed his shoulders in her hands and felt him smile.
Oh yeah. Best damn birthday present ever.
