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His hands grazed over her stomach and rose to cup her breasts while his warm breath fanned over her neck.
“Are you on something?”
Yeah, an orgasmic high. It took a few seconds for her to make out what he was asking. It was rare that she didn’t use a condom. They’d been using one since their first encounter. This was the first time Trey was suggesting anything different. It seemed to signify something had shifted in their relationship. Going bare was a sign of trust, at least for her. It was her giving her whole body to Trey without any concerns.
“Yes.” She breathed deeply, pressing her ass into his hardened cock.
His lips skimmed her neck, the crown of his cock prodded her entrance, and she gasped when he impaled her with one swift motion. She fell forward, grasping tightly to the edge of the counter. It was an effort to stabilize herself but a fruitless one. Trey had her trapped against the granite, with one hand digging into her hip and the other holding a tight fist in her hair. He was in complete control, and she was completely content in her position. Dahlia loved his dominance. She got off on it. She wasn’t going anywhere unless he wanted her to.
It didn’t mean she didn’t hold any power. She clenched her walls, tightening over his cock. Trey grunted, sliding deeper inside her. Dahlia was all about the slow fuck, but there was something to be said about the opposite. And Trey was giving it to her. He fucked her hard, pressing her hipbones against the corner of the counter. There was a slight pain every time the bone made contact, but it was worth everything she was feeling coursing through her body.
She gasped, and he immediately stopped. She inched back and turned her head, whispering, “Don’t stop.”
Trey took notice of her position and slid deeper inside her, pressing his palms over her hipbones. If anything would rock into the counter now, it would be his knuckles. He obviously had a stronger tolerance for pain because he slammed into her, shifting her body over the counter. She scratched her nails against the granite, seeking some type of release. She was close.
Until he stopped.
What the… She jerked her head, looking back at him. Trey stepped back slowly, gingerly grazing his fingertips over her waist. He spun her around, grabbed her waist, and lifted her onto the counter. Not missing a beat, he grasped her thighs, stretched them apart, and slipped inside of her. Of all the positions, this was her favorite. Face to face with Trey. She curled her hand around his jaw and leaned in, kissing him as he drove deep inside her. He looped his arm around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the counter. The position change had him hitting all the right spots in all the right places.
“Fuuuuck.” He groaned against her lips, angled his head, and pressed his lips against her throat, tasting her.
Her head fell back, giving him better access, and Trey took it, sucking her skin, licking her throat up over her chin, and taking her lips. His tongue speared against hers as he drove inside her, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. So close. As if they were one.
If Dahlia knew how to prolong the inevitable, she would have done it, but she was riding the wave of her orgasm, and from the sounds of his breath, so was Trey. She tightened her hold over his back, and he pounded inside of her as his warm breath mingled with hers.
Sex on the kitchen counter is my new favorite!
Fuck!!!!
****
That was a first.
Trey wasn’t a prude when it came to sex. He’d had it often and in an array of places, but never on his kitchen counter with his breakfast cooking on the stove. The irony wasn’t lost on him. Always controlled, and never spontaneous in any decisions. Dahlia changed that by merely standing in his kitchen, wearing his T-shirt, and smiling when she announced she was making him breakfast. Trey went…official fucking caveman.
After they’d cleaned up, they spent another ten minutes kissing. God, her fucking mouth. He could kiss her for days. And he might’ve, but his phone rang, and he knew he had to take the call.
Trey left the kitchen and walked into his home office, taking a seat. He had a few more hours before heading in to the club. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been at his desk when he heard a soft knock on the door. Dahlia was standing in the doorway with a plate in her hand, peering around the room. She didn’t say anything and placed the plate in front of him.
He glanced down at it, furrowing his brows.
“The hashbrowns are a little burnt.” She paused. “That’s your fault.”
Trey smirked. He’d take full accountability. It’d been worth it.
“And the omelet might be a little overcooked. Your burners are different from mine, and I didn’t gauge the heat right. I’m better with dinners, I swear. Breakfast isn’t my specialty.”
“You made this.” He stared down at the plate. The presentation wasn’t anything special, and she was right that the potatoes were burnt, crispy at best.
“I can toss it and run out to the bagel store down the street.”
Oh, fuck no.
Trey pulled her onto his lap. Dahlia curled up against his chest as he leaned over, slicing a piece of the omelet with his fork and taking a bite. She hadn’t lied. It was overcooked, a little dry, and not what he was used to. But still, it was the best omelet he’d ever had.
“How bad is it? You don’t have to eat it, Trey.”
Trey finished chewing and licked his lips. “You made it for me?”
