Page 59 of Against The Boards

He slid his hand around me, crawling down my body until his finger slid across the bud of my clit. “Look at you,” he breathed.

“What about me?” I gasped as he touched me. His hand slid down past my clit to explore my depths. He pumped two thick fingers inside me, and I bucked against his hand, ready for him again.

What was wrong with me? I was never this horny before.

“So sexy. Love that you’re ready for me again,” he purred into my ear. He kissed my neck while his fingers worked their magic on me.

“Give it to me, big guy.”

He pulled his fingers out and entered me from behind in a smooth motion. I was going to be so sore tomorrow. I’d never had sex with someone this many times in one night. I couldn’t get enough of him, though. Maybe I was just trying to fuck any hostility for him out of me. When he touched me, kissed me, was inside me, all of those old feelings melted away. I unraveled myself into him, letting my guard down and giving in to the pleasure of it all. Maybe Canada put this spell on us, but I would take it.

His hands dug deep into my hips as his thrusting got faster and harder. I moaned, and we locked eyes in the mirror. We looked wild with our desire for each other. No one else had ever looked at me the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to eat me up—and I would let him.

“So fucking hot, Rox,” he moaned into my neck in-between thrusts.

“What is?” I asked and gripped the sink tighter.

His motions were sending me up and up until my orgasm was about to crest. I didn’t even know I could come again. I had lost count of the number of orgasms this man had given me tonight. Too much, not enough; I wanted more and more. I wanted him to take what my body could give until I was exhausted and spent.

“Taking you from behind and watching you as we fuck and fuck and fuck,” he growled and punctuated each word with a hard thrust, sending my tits bouncing. He grinned as he watched through the mirror, and his grip on my hips tightened.

“So good,” I moaned in agreement. I squeezed my eyes shut while the pleasure took over.

“That’s it, angel.”

I opened my eyes so I could watch him through the mirror behind me. His hands clenched tighter, and he thrusted hard and fast until I was about to come apart at the seams.

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Benny,” I moaned and leaned into the sink more.

“No. My first name, I want to hear you moan it.”

I frowned. Nobody called him by his first name; sometimes, I forgot Benny was a hockey nickname.

His fingers dug into my skin. “Say it, angel.”

“Michael.”

“Good girl.”

“I’m not a good girl!”

He slapped my ass and grinned big at me. “Damn right you’re not. You’re my bad girl, huh?”

I nodded while I felt that tingle up my spine as he angled his cock where I needed it.

“Come with me, Roxanne. Come all over my cock,” he ordered.

“Michael,” I moaned in response.

Pleasure coursed through my body, and I let it take over me. He pounded hard and needy inside me. His hands dug into my hips until his lips were on my neck, and he groaned into my ear while he came with me.

We locked eyes in the mirror again. “That was hot,” he panted out and kissed my shoulder.

I laughed. “It was. Now get out because I still need to fix my hair.”

He pulled out and threw away the condom, but then he came back to me and kissed my cheek. “You look beautiful.”