Mine, mine, mine.
I want every inch. Every groan. Every thought in her gorgeous head.
Slowly, I slide my hand over her side.
I undo her jeans and push them to her thighs.
She sighs. Arches her back. Presses her ass against me.
Fuck, those cotton panties. Sweet. Like her.
I push them off her hips.
Slide my hand up her thigh.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
I bring one hand to her mouth, to muffle her groans, and rub her with the other.
She shudders. Shakes. Nips at my fingertips.
But she keeps her hands planted on the counter.
"Good girl." I suck on her earlobe.
"Brendon," she groans into my hand.
She's wet. Ready. But I need her on the edge. I need to be the only fucking thing she wants. I need my name to be the only thought in her head.
I rub her slowly. Softly.
She rocks her ass against my crotch. Driving me out of my fucking mind with her soft flesh.
Still, I toy with her.
I rub her until she's shaking. Until her fingers are digging into the counter. Until my hand is only barely muffling her groans.
She's about to come.
This is exactly where I want her.
I pull a condom from my back pocket and push my jeans to my knees. Then the boxers.
Her bottoms are still at her knees. They're binding her legs.
"Please," she whispers. "Fuck me. Now."
"Quiet."
She nods. "I can. I will. I promise."
I bring one hand to her pelvis. Pull her body against mine.
She sighs as my cock presses against her ass.
Fuck, that feels good.
Her flesh against mine.