Page 5 of First Christmas

“Turn around, baby.”

I guided her as I spoke, running my hand over her spine to bend her over the counter, gently.

“Stay.”

I smiled as she whined softly. She hated being told what to do outside the bedroom, but when my hands were on her, she liked to listen. Slipping my hands into her leggings, I drew them and her panties down to her ankles.

Drawing up to my six-foot-six height, I growled looking down at her bare and wet for me.

“Spread your legs for me, Becks,” I ordered softly, watching her. She wiggled her hips and adjusted her stance until it was wider. Opening herself to me, so beautiful and trusting.

I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants quickly. Drawing myself out through my boxers, I gripped the base of my hard length and rubbed the tip of my cock through her wetness teasingly, bracing myself over her, groaning.

“Jesus, baby. You’re so wet for me.” I said as she moaned and moved her hips back against me. She liked it when I talked dirty to her.

“Lucas, please,” she begged softly.

I looked down at her, laying bent over our kitchen counter, spread wide open and dripping wet.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” I teased, barely pressing inside her.

“Please, fuck me,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at me sassily.

I groaned.

Usually it took some coaxing and teasing to get her to break, but my girl must’ve been needy for me. Pushing in a few inches, I pulled out again as she moaned, her palms sliding against the counter. Pushing in further this time, I continued the process giving her time to adjust to my length. She always needed a minute. She was so damn tight.

“You with me, sweetheart?” I rasped, stroking up her spine with one of my hands, the other braced on the counter beside her, finally seating myself all the way inside her, my hips pressed against her ass, her pussy taking me in deep.

“Yes, please, fuck me, Lucas.”

That’s all I needed to hear. My hips started snapping back and forth, driving her into the counter as her hands grasped against the wooden countertop, trying to find purchase. The wet sounds of my cock entering and exiting her echoed through the kitchen, flesh meeting flesh. Her pussy spasmed around me as I moaned. Her breath hitched as I hit that perfect spot inside her.

I looked down at where I entered her, taking in how she accepted me into her body, her thighs already trembling.

“Are you gonna come for me, Becks?” I asked, voice sounding like I had swallowed rocks.

“Yes, please,” she moaned.

“Shhhhh,” I soothed, leaning down, moving my hand until it wrapped around her neck, drawing her back up against my chest, squeezing gently.

“Gotta be quiet, Becks” I whispered, my breath hot and wet against her ear. “Gonna come all over your cock?” My other hand drifted down, finding her clit and rubbing it in small gentle circles as she nodded frantically.

“Lucas,” she exhaled louder, as my hips pounded into her faster, deeper.

My hand moved up from her throat, covering her mouth.

“Come for me, Rebecca” I ordered, “Fuck. Come with me, baby.”

I felt her tremble against me, her pussy squeezing my cock tight inside her as she orgasmed. Her cries were muffled against my hand as she clutched at my arm with both of hers holding on for something to ground her.

Groaning, I slammed my hips against her one last time, driving deep, and emptying myself inside her, panting.

“I love you so fucking much, Rebecca.” I whispered, moving my hand off her mouth back to her throat.

“I love you too.” she whispered, sighing contentedly. She laid her head back against my shoulder and smiled up at me. Her cheeks were pink, face flushed with her orgasm, but I knew she still felt shy sometimes.

Withdrawing from her and turning her gently, I pulled her panties and leggings back up, smiling with satisfaction that I’d be dripping out of her the rest of the day.

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