“Oh God,” I gasp when his fingers brush against my clit. I’m so fucking sensitive I can hardly stand it.
But then he rolls his hips, grazing my G-spot again, and it lights something up inside me.
Arching my back, I allow him to take me even deeper as he strums my clit like he’s got a fucking instruction manual to it.
“Come for me, Hellion. Let me hear you screaming my name,” he demands, his thrusts getting rougher as he nears the end.
My voice is already hoarse from doing just that.
The second he pinches my clit, it sends me tumbling headfirst into another release and I cry out as he groans and stills behind me, his orgasm hitting.
“Stella, fuck. FUCK,” he booms, his cock jerking violently inside me.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, collapsing on the counter with his weight against my back.
His chest heaves, his breaths racing across my neck and making me shiver.
“You’re a fucking goddess, baby.”
“Not so bad yourself.”
He chuckles lightly before lifting from my body and scooping me up in his strong arms as if I weigh nothing.
“Hey,” I breathe, a lazy, sated smile on my lips.
“Hey,” he replies, his eyes sparkling with mischief still, telling me that our night is far from over.
Bring it on, baby.