"What's gotten—" Shy started as I backed her against the sink cabinet, reaching for the tuck of her towel at the side of her breast, and flicking it free as I moved back to watch it fall to the ground, exposing her completely.
Before she could even suck in a breath, I was grabbing her thigh, lifting, and spreading it wide as I went down on my knees in front of her, burying my face in her pussy. One of her hands grabbed the back of my head as the other slapped down on the counter behind her as I started to devour her.
My fingers slipped between, thrusting inside her, working her until she was dripping and begging for me to be inside her.
Only then did I stand, grabbing her hips, and turning her.
"Stick your ass out," I demanded as I grabbed a condom out of the drawer, and slid it on.
In the mirror, Shy's gaze was molten as she pressed her hands on the countertop and stuck her ass out toward me.
I landed a slap to her ass before slamming inside her pussy, feeling her walls grab me tight. Shy's eyes closed as she let out a low moan, her hips wiggling.
When her eyelids fluttered open, brows pinched in curiosity as I stayed stubbornly still inside her. Her gaze slid to mine in the mirror.
My hand slid up her belly, between her breasts, and grabbing lightly at the lowest part of her throat.
"I love you, Shy," I told her, watching as her lips parted, as her eyes went soft while I gently started to thrust into her with short, small movements.
That surprise turned to joy which mingled with the pleasure my motions were creating, creating a look I would never get enough of, not even if I saw it a million times.
"I love you too," she told me, leaning back into me, her face angled into my throat where she pressed a kiss.
I kept my thrusts the same, slow, short, driving her up slowly as her breathing got fast and shallow, as her hips rocked, as her whimpers became pleads for more.
But I wanted it slow, just this once.
"McCoy..." she whimpered as her pussy grabbed my cock hard.
"Come, baby," I demanded, my hand sliding between her thighs to work her clit as my other hand tightened a bit around her throat right as her orgasm started to crest.
It tore violently through her, leaving her trembling and weak, relying on me to hold her up until she could start to recover.
"I can't," she whimpered as my hips started to rock again.
"You can," I countered. "You will," I added, thrusts getting a little faster, a little harder.
"McCoy," she groaned as I pressed her forward until she grabbed the counter again, her ass sticking out toward me as her gaze found mine in the mirror, eyes needy again. Just like I knew they would be. I'd fucked this woman damn near every day and night for almost five months. She always wanted more. And it never got old. "Harder," she demanded, even as my own desire screamed the same thing.
So I did what my woman wanted.
I fucked her harder as my hand slid between her thighs. "You're fucking dripping for me," I growled, working her clit.
Shy's hips started to circle as I thrust, an unexpected movement that had my cock slipping out of her and sliding back and up.
My gaze sought hers in the mirror, watching her reaction. A slow, deep breath moved out of her as her eyes burned even hotter.
"Yes," she said, even wiggling her ass against my cock.
"You sure?" I asked, pressing my cock more firmly against her.
She didn't give me any more words. But she pushed back against me, making my cock start to penetrate her.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hand grabbing her ass cheek hard as my cock slid slowly inside her.
"More," she whimpered as I paused halfway inside her, giving her time to adjust.
"One—" I started to say, only to have her push against me, taking my cock all the way with a low, deep moan.
"Fuck," I said, grabbing a handful of her wet hair as my gaze held hers in the mirror. "You're perfect," I added, starting to fuck her ass. Slow and tentative at first, but getting hard and faster as she begged for more.
My hand slid between her thighs, two fingers thrusting into her pussy as my thumb engaged her clit.
"You gonna come for me?" I asked, finger fucking her pussy, feeling her walls getting tighter and tighter.
"Y...yes," she cried, slamming her hips back into me as she got closer and closer.
"Fuck..." I growled as she started to come.
I worked her through the waves before planting deep and coming so hard that I damn near fucking blacked out for a minute.
When I managed to come back down, I found her gaze already on mine in the mirror.