Then start all over again.
Over and over and over.
I go on and on until we’re slick with sweat and the moment is nothing but a pinprick focus of need. She’s begging and pleading with nothing but a string of nonsensical moans and incoherent phrases.
I grip her hair, fist it in my hand.
I thrust hard inside her, instantly enveloped by her tight, hot, wet cunt. “Fuck.”
At the force of my thrust, her breasts drag across the counter. “Oh god.”
Jaw clenched tight, I slam into her. I pull her hair so she’s forced to raise her head, craning her neck so I can lean over and capture her lips.
The kiss is savage as I fuck her with a ruthlessness unwilling to be contained. Buried deep inside, her pussy a tight, wet sheath of heaven… it’s not enough. It’s never enough with her. I want more.
I want that raw, unfiltered intimacy I only experience with her.
I pull out, needing to watch her expression when she breaks apart.
“No!” She screeches the word, and her deliciously needy and desperate whimpers race through my blood, turning me feral.
I grasp her waist, moving her around like a rag doll, before setting her on the counter and shoving back into her.
Her knees clasp my hips. She places her hands behind her for leverage to meet my brutal thrusts.
The sounds of our harsh, fast breathing and bodies pounding together fill the room.
And in the storm of our passion, everything slows down.
Our eyes meet.
I see the desperateness of her lust, but there’s something else in there too. A need that matches my own.
That connects us.
I slow, gripping her jaw to pull her close.
Our foreheads touch as we breathe each other’s air.
I grasp the base of her neck.
In a harsh voice, I whisper the word that’s haunted me since the first time I touched her. “Mine.”
“Yes.” Her pussy tightens around me as I plunge in and out of her. Moving at a leisurely pace that’s in direct contradiction to the volatile, unfamiliar emotions rioting inside me.
“You’re mine,” I say again, this time with more force.
“Yes, Charlie.” She slides her hand over my neck, her hold mirroring mine. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes. Jessica?” It sounds like I’m asking her for something, but I don’t know what it is. The heat of her body threatens what’s left of my sanity, but I need something from her that I can’t describe. That I have no words for.
She whimpers, lifting her hips into mine. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. Not yet.”
“Please?”
I wrap my arm around her hips to hold her in place.
