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He gripped the edge of the sink when her fingers started working at his hard-on in earnest, kneading softly only to stroke from base to head, gripping him through the thin fabric of the jumpsuit uniform.
“Everything still looking okay?” she asked, shimmying herself between his legs to sit on the floor in front of him, back to the sink and her face inches from his throbbing cock.
“Mh,” he mumbled, fingers gripping the sink harder, eyes unable to look away from her when she slowly licked her lips.
Her fingers were at the base of him again, teasing with slow circular movements. He couldn’t wait any longer, but reached up to the zipper and his throat, pulling it down all the way to his waist. He got his arms out of the top part of the jumpsuit. It was enough for it to drop below his waist, revealing he wasn’t wearing underwear.
She smiled, eyes going to his.
Fuck, he loved her.
“Is this how you like to get paid?” she asked, moving her hand so that the uniform could slip halfway down his thighs, his cock rock hard and greeting her expectantly.
“Yes,” he breathed.
Her hand closed around him, then let him go, getting to her feet. She put a hand against his chest.
“Sit,” she said, making him lean his ass against the kitchen island behind him.
“What’re you—?” he began, but stopped when she turned around, slipping the robe off her shoulders.
He stared at the curve of her ass, barely covered by the skimpy nightgown, and drew a sharp breath when she pressed against him. She lifted the nightgown, ass cheeks kissing his erection from either side and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He slipped his hands up her arms, one hand at her throat, one in her hair as he pulled her tightly against him. He held her in place, not choking her but coming damn close before he pushed her forward, slamming her into the sink. She gave a choked noise of excitement, lifting one leg, draping it over the edge of the sink. He felt her wetness against the head of his cock and didn’t hesitate before he thrust into her, deep enough to make her shout. It turned into a deep-throated groan as he started thrusting into her, giving her a hard, rapid fuck.
He knew she wanted it. Had seen it in her eyes when she opened the door. Some days she craved for him to take his time, explore every inch of her with his tongue and fingers. Other days she wanted this. Rough, almost anonymous, and still so fucking intimate, it drove him crazy.
He moved his hands down to her waist, grabbing hold as he slammed into her, feeling her contract around him as she grew closer to climax. She was making those little noises he loved the most, then reached back to grap hold of his arms as the orgasm shook its way through her body. She leaned her head back, groaning loudly, meeting his thrusts. He enjoyed it when she fell apart in his hands. It was such a pleasure helping her put herself back together.
She was leaning over the sink, panting.
He realized he had ended up fucking her over it. It made him smirk.
He slipped out of her, running a hand down her back, getting her to turn from the sink and straight into his arms. Their lips met. He kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting her with relish. She must have had strawberries. And coffee.
“Mh,” he said. “You taste nice.”
“Youtaste nice,” she said, adding, “I think we may have broken the sink.”
He laughed, kissed her again.
“Lucky I’m here,” he said.
“Oh, you’re going to fix it, are you?”
“I’m very good with tools,” he assured.
“All kinds of tools or just some tools in particular?”
“All kinds…” He trailed off, a smile playing on her mouth in a way that made him give her a long look. “What? I’mhandy.”
It was her turn to laugh, and to kiss him.
“And handsy,” she teased.
“Oh, you like it when I’m handsy, do you?” he asked, grabbing her, making her wrap her legs around his waist as he turned and practically ran up to the bed.
She squealed with joy as he felled both of them onto it. He kissed his way down her neck, across her breasts, down her stomach. She was already squirming, so he slipped his hand between her legs, pressing the tips of two fingers against her still wet folds, making her open her legs for him.
