“Christ, Nova.”
“I know.”
I move.
Slow first. Letting both of us adjust — her at the edge of the counter, my hands on her hips, the Cup off to her right, the city quiet outside. Not just slow because I want this to last.
Slow because for once, nothing in me is trying to get ahead of this.
She rolls her hips against mine.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck me harder.”
I slide my hand into her hair. Grip the back of her head. Tongue her deep and start moving the way she’s asking me to.
Her hands go to my back — her nails dig in and I don’t care. I feel the marks she’s leaving and I want them, I want every part of her on every part of me.
“You feel my thick cock?” I say, rough. “Hold it. Take it.”
“I feel you.”
“Stay with me.”
“I’m staying.”
I move faster. Deeper. Her pussy grabbing tight around me and her hand in my hair and her teeth on my neck and she bites down.
“Fuck.”
“You like that, Jax?”
“Yeah.”
“I wanna come on you again, Jax.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Harder.”
My cock is ready to explode. I slow just enough to hold on longer. She gasps into my mouth and her nails dig in — the granite hot under her thighs from the heat of her.
I lift her hips off it so I can hit deeper and she makes that sound that does something I can’t name.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh…Jax.”
“Yeah.”
She comes.
Clenching, tightening around me, her mouth falling open — face unmanaged — hands fisting my hair. Her body arching against me on the counter. I watch her come. I keep moving through it. Saying her name into her hair, against her mouth, into her skin.
I come deep inside her, cock pulsating. My hand fisted in her hair, forehead pressed to hers. Her name spilling out of me in a voice I don’t recognize. And I don’t care what the fuck I sound like, because I don’t need to manage that part anymore.
