Page 103 of Reckless
“Fuck.” I glance down at where I’m buried inside her and take a moment to appreciate the sight of her stretched around my girth. “You feel so good,” I murmur, sliding in and out slowly. “So fucking good.”
When I look up, she’s watching me in the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”
“You’ve said that to me before,” she whispers.
I take one hand and run it up the column of her spine, trailing my fingers along the indent there. “That night when you showed me how you touch yourself, and I made some...tweaks.” I give her hair a tug, holding her gaze in the mirror. “You gonna look me in the eye and tell me you can’t come again?”
“No, Theo.” Her tongue darts out between her lips to wet them. “We both know I only come for you.”
I hover over her, pulling her hair to tilt her face. My mouth crashes against hers, tongues clashing, teeth nipping. And for a few moments, I let myself focus on taking her mouth, but she wiggles her ass in a desperate plea for more of my cock.
So I give it to her.
My hips slap against her, and she pushes back to meet every motion.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathes, voice hitching as she grips the spout over the sink.
I reach around and play with her clit.
“Fuck, yes.” Her eyes flutter shut, and her knuckles turn white on the faucet.
I pick up the pace, and her legs falter, her body propped against the vanity now as her heels slip and lose purchase.
But I don’t stop. Not when she’s chanting my name and squirming like she might come apart at any moment.
“You look perfect like this, Winter. Bent over. Cunt full. Only wearing these pretty pink heels.”
“Theo...”
My finger works more swiftly, rubbing rough circles between her legs. My opposite hand grips her shoulder, her hair. Some tendrils have come loose and stick to the perspiration on the back of her neck.
I fuck her hard.
“Take it, Winter. Come on my cock.”
“Theo!” Her voice is loud now.
I hope someone hears us.
“I’m going—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence before she shatters. I feel it everywhere. Her body pulsing. Her head dropping. One stiletto-clad foot pops up off the floor as she topples over the edge and lays herself out on the counter like she’s finally surrendered. And that flush from before sweeps down her back right before my eyes.
I ease off, pressing my fingers rather than rubbing, taking long, even strokes rather than fast ones. Until her body has gone completely soft, and I’ve wrung every whimper from her lungs.
She looks beautiful. Wrung out. And all it takes is a few rough thrusts into her body for me to get there too.
I pull out, fist my cock, and blow on her back. Shot after shot lands on her smooth skin, marking her.
It’s more satisfying than it should be.
Several moments pass as we catch our breath, and then a spent chuckle leaves her, jostling her body. It’s like we were entirely different people just now. Animalistic and passionate and so fucking hungry. As we both come back down, the mood lightens.
“Wow.”
“Wow, what?” I reply, propping a hand against the wall to get my own bearings.
