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"Salt the water first," Paine said as he handed me the box of pasta. I followed instructions. I mixed the pasta a time or two.
Then I couldn't mix it anymore.
This was because Paine had snagged me around the belly, pulled me across the floor, turned me, and pushed me up against the island.
"Got ten minutes. Twelve if you can deal with your pasta being on the soft side."
"Twelve minutes for what?"
"To fuck you," he growled, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties and dragging them down to my knees. He pulled me backward by my hair, sinking his teeth into my neck. "First let's have a quick birth control talk. Pill?"
"IUD," I corrected, groaning as his hand moved down my belly and started working my clit. "Had a screen at my last gyno visit six months ago. Haven't had sex since then."
"Checked last month. Always use a condom. You wanna wait for the paperwork..."
"I trust you," I said as his teeth bit into my neck hard.
"Thank fuck," he groaned, grabbing my hair again, twisting in it, and using it to push me downward hard and fast, pressing my upper body and the side of my face against the island, holding me there. "Tip your ass up," he demanded and I quickly moved to comply, the need for him inside me a throbbing, insistent thing. His palm swung out and swatted my ass hard enough for me to go up on my toes at the sting, my pussy clenching hard in excitement.
His other hand pressed hard into my neck, holding me against the counter, then he slammed inside me to the hilt. "Fuck," he growled, stilling inside me for a second.
And then he was fucking me.
Not fast, but hard.
With each stroke, he almost fully left me before slamming all the way forward with so much force that it made my hips slam into the counter.
All I could think past the clenching tightness of my growing orgasm was... never. No one had ever taken me so hard before. The men I had been with before had always been tentative at first, just shy of gentle. When they got more comfortable, there was some headboard knocking, but nothing even in the same hemisphere as the way Paine took me.
On a strange growl, he released my neck. Before I could try to push up, his hands closed around my hips, his fingers sinking into my hipbones hard as he lifted me up and off my feet. I repeat: he lifted me off of my feet, thereby taking away any ability I had to thrust backward, or do anything at all but take him. My arms went out in front of me, grabbing the edge of the counter as he held me up and continued thrusting hard, getting faster, and I knew I was going to be done way before the pasta.
I clenched down hard as I teetered on the edge, letting out low, quiet whimpers.
"Come Elsie," he demanded, his tone tense.
Then he slammed forward, tilting up slightly once fully inside, and I did.
My entire body shook as my muscles contracted hard around him, a throbbing, seemingly endless wave of pleasure that had me crying out his name. At the sound, he buried deep, dropping me back onto my feet, and came.
I was still trying to even out my breathing as he slowly slid out of me. I pushed myself up on my elbows, but didn't trust my legs to fully hold me yet. Paine leaned down, grabbing my panties and moving them up my legs and into place. He went back for my pants, struggling with them slightly. Then he slid an arm around me, just under my breasts, and pulled me backward against his chest.
"You alright?" he asked, nuzzling his face into my neck. I felt my head nod tightly and his other arm snaked around my lower belly, both of them tightening hard enough to almost cut off my air. "Sure? I got a little carried away."
I drew in a breath that was still a bit shaky. "I like carried away."
He was in the middle of kissing my neck and I could feel his smile against my skin at my words. "Good. Now go get cleaned up. I'll strain the spaghetti."
"Okay," I agreed, sliding out of his arms and making my way out of the room. I went up the stairs, grabbing some more comfortable clothes, meaning gray yoga pants and a black long-sleeved tee, cleaned up, then made my way back downstairs.
"Knew you had to have at least one pair of those things," Paine said as I walked in, carrying the plates over to the island.
"Why?" I asked, brows drawing together.
"To have an ass like that and not have a pair of yoga pants would be a crime against fucking humanity, that's why."
