In only a few strokes, Rose is coming with a cry and arching off the counter as if her entire body is aching to be next to mine.
Happy to oblige, I drape over her and claim her open, panting mouth in a deep kiss as my balls tighten, and I spill my load deep inside her with stuttering hips and a racing heart.
It's the closest to bliss I've ever been.
Rose's lazy arms drape around my shoulders.
She slides one hand into my hair and moans softly as we both twitch and rock together with the combined remnants of our orgasms.
But it's not enough.
Heat remains low in my gut and the hunger to enjoy every inch of this woman remains hot in my chest.
She doesn't resist when I slide her off the counter, turn her to face it, and then enter her from behind while pushing her down onto the surface.
Her moans remain soft and needy, and her pussy quivers around my aching cock as I resume fucking her as if my life depended on it.
The kitchen fills with the slick sound of skin against skin, our combined moans and the subtle bubbling of the milk on the stove. Shedding my shirt, I toss it aside.
Rose moans when I drape back over her.
"You're burning up," she pants, tilting her head to the side and laying her cheek on the cold countertop. "Did I do that?"
"You did," I murmur in her ear. "Are you proud?"
She tries to answer but all that escapes her lips is a needy moan, and she flexes her fingers against the counter.
I lean back and watch my cock fuck into her, slick from my cum and her juices.
It's insanely erotic to watch and my chest tightens with the urge to do this all night long.
Now I've started, I can't seem to stop and my second orgasm is just as powerful as my first.
Rose can barely hold herself up.
Her legs tremble violently as she shakes apart through her second orgasm and I'd fuck her through a third, but nature catches up with me.
My cock softens, even as my desire remains, burning like lava in my chest.
So I turn my attention elsewhere and return Rose to the counter, then I bury my face between her legs and spend fifteen minutes lavishing attention on her over-sensitive clit with my tongue, and fucking her wet hole with my fingers until I pry a third and final screaming orgasm from her exhausted body.
It's a beautiful sight when I stand up and admire her twitching, trembling body and she gently flips me off as she lies there panting.
"Three so fast is fucking intense," she croaks. "Good job, old man."
I roll my eyes and adjust myself in my pants, happy that her scent is well and truly all over me, then I gather her up in my arms bridal-style.
"Just so you know," Rose continues while her head lolls against my shoulder. "I am proud. Don't forget."
"I will not," I reply softly, carrying her through the manor. "I will not forget."
Rose is asleep before her head touches the pillow.
I tuck her in and brush some of her hair around the soft shell of her ear.
Sleeping like this, she looks utterly peaceful and I admire her for a few long seconds, then get ready for bed myself.
Sex was… unexpected but it was like a starved, dormant part of me took over when she presented herself like a delicacy I couldn't resist.
