I wasn’t even aware that we were moving until I felt my ass bump into the counter. I pulled away, gasping for breath.
“What are we doing?”
“Damned if I know,” she muttered, coming back in for another rough kiss.
I’d never been kissed like this before. Everyone I’d dated had been… polite, I guess that’s the best way to describe it. But Chris didn’t kiss politely. She kissed like she wanted to consume me, like some primal part of her brain had taken over and was bringing us both along for the ride. I loved it.
My breasts were pressed against hers, our bodies lining up perfectly, and when I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer, Chris bite down on my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp. Then moan.
“You like it rough, Princess?” she murmured. “I should have known.”
Did I? I’d never had it rough before but based on the way my panties were soaked and my clit was throbbing in time with my heartbeat, clearly I did.
“I don’t like you,” I felt compelled to point out.
“I don’t like you either,” she shot back. “But damned if I don’t want to fuck you.”
“Then stop talking and do it,” I snipped.
Still gripping my head, she leaned in for another claiming kiss while her other hand slid between us, pushing beneath thewaistband of my shorts and panties until she was cupping my mound. She gave it a squeeze, making me moan against her mouth, then her fingers were slipping between my labia.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” she whispered as she nipped her way up my jaw.
When she reached my earlobe she took it between her teeth and bit down hard enough to make me cry out. This woman was a biter.
She twisted her wrist and before I’d registered the movement, two fingers pushed inside my opening. Chris wasted no time before she was fucking me with her fingers, and I immediately started rolling my hips to meet her.
“Damn it, why is this so good?” I groaned, throwing my head back and then wincing as I banged it against the cabinet.
Chris didn’t answer, she was too busy giving me a hickey, her teeth sunk into the juncture of my neck and shoulder while she continued to piston her fingers in and out of my body.
She pressed her thumb against my clit, circling it a few times before pinching it between her thumb and my pubic bone.
“Fuck!” I called out, spasming as my orgasm hit me so hard it took my breath away.
Somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that I’d never come this quickly. I usually needed way more foreplay and attention, but Chris seemed to instinctively know exactly how to wring the maximum pleasure from my body.
I held onto her shoulders to keep myself upright, riding her hand while she continued to suck on my neck like she wanted to consume me. And maybe she did. When I finally sagged back against the counter my breath was coming in sharp pants, my pussy was tingling, and my neck was hurting. It was glorious.
Chris pulled back, wiping her fingers on my lower belly, the move somehow erotic. I could see her eyes going hard as she came down from whatever this was, pulling back already. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. No regrets. Not yet.
I tugged up her tank top and lowered my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard through the thin fabric of her bra. She cupped my head, pulling me closer, and I bit down, gratified when I heard her inhale of breath.
“I don’t know what the fuck that was,” I said, lifting my head to watch her. “But I need more.”
I moved my hand between her legs, feeling her dampness even through the fabric of her carpenter pants. “You need more too, I see.”
“I don’t like you,” she grumbled. “But damned if I don’t want to fuck you some more.”
“Then shut up and get your ass in my bedroom,” I ordered. “I want to eat you out and then fuck you with my new dildo.”
Her eyes blazed with something – shock or maybe desire – and she said, “I had no idea you had such a filthy mouth.”
Then before I knew what was happening, she bent her knees and flipped me over her shoulder.
“Put me down!” I shrieked. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
She laid a hard smack on the closest ass cheek. “I like you way better when you’re not talking. Now where’s the bedroom?”
