“I want to see you so unhinged that you fly so high I’m the only fucking thing that can keep you grounded.” He moved a finger around my pussy hole before gently pushing it in. My body gave way, accepting the thick digit, weeping for more. I heard the sloppy sounds as my body latched on to that finger, feeling my inner muscles tighten around it.
He pumped inside me once, twice, then slipped another finger in on the third thrust, scissoring until the stretch and burn gave way to more pleasure. And while he started pumping in and out of my pussy, he rubbed my clit with his thumb, sending me high into the stars until I was consumed by light and heat and knew I’d never be sane again.
“I need…” I didn’t know how to say what I wanted, yet it should have been so simple. I thrust back on him, sliding my pussy on his fingers, fucking myself in a wanton, uninhibited way. I’d always been so in control of myself and my surroundings, but just letting go was freeing, and doing it with Arlo was liberating. “I need to come, Arlo.” My voice was a husky purr, thick and drugged sounding.
“Does my girl want to come?”
“Yes,” I cry-moaned. “God, yes.” At the moment I’d never needed anything more. I’d die without it, I told myself.
Lazy thrusting in and out of me. Slow circles against my clit. He was torturing me, prolonging this, when all I wanted was to explode and give Arlo—the only man ever—my pleasure.
“Then come for me,” he growled at the same time he sank his teeth into the flesh of my ass cheek and started finger-fucking me faster, rubbing my clit harder.
The pain and pleasure cracked through me like lightning hitting a tree, an explosion of light and heat encompassing all of me. I came, my back bowing, my tits shaking as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had my knees buckling. My nipples hurt because they were so tight, the blood rushing below my skin, no doubt pinkening it up, making it ultrasensitive.
I came so long that I could only pant through it all. And when I sagged against the counter, when the sensitivity was too much, I mewled my protest. Arlo slid his fingers from me, and I heard him sucking. Looking over my shoulder with what I knew was a sleepy, satiated look, I watched as he licked my wetness from his hand while he stared into my eyes.
“I could live off your fucking orgasms.”
My eyes flared as he kept licking my juices off. God, his hand was soaked from fingertips to wrist. That should have embarrassed me, but… it didn’t. I rested my forehead on the counter, my eyes closed, breathing through the aftereffects of my climax. But in the next instant, Arlo had me pulled up, my back to his chest, one of his thickly corded arms tight around my waist.
“We’ve just started.” He spun me around and all but ripped the shirt from my body until I stood before him totally naked, breasts heavy, nipples tight, and pussy still so wet. He didn’t try to hide how he raked his gaze up and down my body, his focus lingering on the junction between my legs for so long I grew self-conscious.
“Even though it’s dark in here,” he said in a growly voice and looked up at me, “I can see that sweet little slit, can see your glossy arousal coating your thighs.” He leaned in an inch and braced his hands on the counter on either side of me, caging me in once more. “And it’s because of me.” He hummed. “That does something wicked to a man, Galina, something primal and possessive.” When he leaned in so our lips were a hairbreadth away, I wanted his kiss, needed it. “You know what I’d do to any man who touched you or so much as looked at you?”
I nodded slowly, feeling my pulse kick into overdrive.
“Say it. Say the words out loud so you can hear the truth.”
My chest heaved up and down from the force of my breathing. “You’ll kill them.”
His smile was slow, self-satisfied. “I’d tear them limb from limb until there was nothing left.” He stepped back so suddenly I exhaled fast enough that I grew dizzy.
And then I couldn’t help but look down at the heavy length of his erection tenting his sweats.
“You want more?”
I snapped my gaze up and licked my lips. I didn’t need to respond because he saw my answer in my eyes. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants and pushed them down, his cock springing out from the confines of his pants, his dick bobbing twice before settling and pointing right at me. His length and girth had my eyes widening, because although I'd felt how large he was, seeing it brought it into a whole new level of reality.