“Natalie.”
I turn around, and he's right behind me, caging me against the counter with his arms.
“I don't want coffee,” he says, his voice low and rough.
“No? What do you want?”
“You.” He lifts me onto the counter in one smooth motion, stepping between my legs.
His mouth crashes into mine, and all pretense of making coffee disappears. His hands push my dress up around my waist, and he groans when he discovers I'm not wearing underwear.
“Fuck, baby. You were at that party with no panties?”
“Yeah.”
“You're going to kill me.” His fingers find my center and slide through the wetness already gathering there. “You're dripping. Is this all for me?”
“All for you.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, and I cry out, gripping his shoulders for balance. The counter is cold against my bare ass, but I don't care. All I care about is his fingers pumping in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit, and his mouth hot on my neck.
“I wanted to do this all night,” he growls against my skin. “Every time you laughed, I imagined bending you over and fucking you in front of everyone.”
“Ethan.” His name comes out as a moan.
“I wanted every man in that room to see who you belong to.”
He adds a third finger, and I nearly come off the counter. The stretch is delicious, and I rock my hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside me.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “I need to taste you first.”
He pulls my hips to the edge of the counter. His mouth finds my center, and I throw my head back with a cry. His tongue laps at me in long, slow strokes.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I'll never get tired of this taste.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I grip the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. Two fingers push back inside me, curling against my sensitive spot. I'm trembling, my thighs shaking around his head, and my entire body is coiled tight with impending release.
Seconds later, I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with intensity and my voice echoes off the kitchen walls. Ethandoesn't stop and just keeps licking and sucking until I push him away because it's too much.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and unbuckles his belt.
He pulls me to the very edge of the counter and positions himself at my entrance. The height is perfect, allowing him to stand with his weight on his good leg while I wrap my arms around his neck.
He pushes into me slowly, letting me adjust to his size. Even after days of this, the stretch still takes my breath away. He's so big, filling me completely.
“God, you're perfect.”
“Move,” I beg. “Please, Ethan. I need you to move.”
He pulls out and thrusts back in. The counter gives him perfect leverage, and he uses it ruthlessly, driving into me with long strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me.
I moan and dig my nails into his shoulders.
He reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while he fucks me. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I'm climbing toward another peak embarrassingly fast.
“Don't stop. Please don't stop.” I'm almost sobbing with pleasure.
