“Don’t stop on account of me,” she says, lowering herself onto the fluffy bath mat at my feet.
I’ve had a semi all morning, but seeing the crown of her head at crotch height makes me rock hard.
“You like kneeling?”
She nods, cupping me over the towel.
“I won’t stop you then.”
Her cool fingers slip inside the edge of the towel and the fabric falls to my feet, allowing my cock to spring free. She wastes no time, humming her approval as she grips my thighs for balance and kisses the head of my dick. I grit my teeth, sucking air between them as I move to the other cheek.
“You taste delicious,” she says, and my palm drops to the counter to steady myself.
God, she’s got me keyed up.
“You’re killing me, Caro.”
“So thick,” she mumbles, and I glance down.
Her lips stretch wide, halfway down my shaft and the razor slips from my hand into the sink with a splash. Since my hands are free now, I tangle them in her hair, remembering how she egged me on while I braided it. Her curls are soft in my fist as I tighten my grip, eliciting a throaty groan from her chest. Her mouth is heaven, but I know a better place. I haul her up, turning her to face an empty section of the counter and bendingher in half. Her face is mere inches from the shower, my t-shirt riding up over her hips, her black panties wiggling their way into the crack of her ass. I smooth my hands over each cheek, pressing my erection against the satin.
“We don’t have much time, Carolina.”
“I thought you didn’t want to hurry?” she asks.
“At night, I don’t. But right now I need to get inside you, and there’s no telling when we’ll be interrupted.”
“Better get a move on then, MacMillan.”
I run my right index finger along the leg of her panties, moving them to the side.
“In the interest of time saving…we’d better keep these on.”
She rolls her eyes adorably.
I run my leaking cock down the cleft of her bare ass, hardly holding it together when she wiggles like she can’t wait for me to fill her. My senses come back to me, and I find a condom in the medicine cabinet. I’m exceedingly grateful to the optimistic part of me that bought these condoms. Pretty sure the last time I had sex two days in a row was when I was trying to make a baby. I run two fingers along Caro’s slick pussy to make sure she’s good and ready. The fact she got wet from sucking my cock makes me feel like a god. Holding her steady at the hips, I slide home, head falling back at the sensation of her tight heat. Caro bends beautifully beneath me, my hips cradling her round ass, stomach flat against the counter. I pull back and thrust again, scooping my hips in a way that makes her cry out, her breath fogging the mirror mere inches from her open lips. I groan as Ipick up the pace, every drive of my hips making my balls draw up tighter.
“Oh, fuck, Caro.” I lift my eyes up to the mirror. “Fuck me, that feels good.”
She looks away, and I hate it. I want her present. Watching. Feeling.
I skim my right hand along her jaw, supporting her chin lightly so she has no choice but to face the mirror.
“Please watch us. It’s too fucking good to miss,” I tell her, sliding my fingers around her hip to find her wet clit. I run my index and ring fingers down either side of her clit, squeezing them slightly to add pressure to the swollen spot. Her thighs tremble as I continue to fuck her over my countertop.
“Berg,” she gasps. “Don’t fucking stop. Like that…”
The sight of my hand stroking between her thighs in the mirror and her heated gaze is too much. The base of my spine burns as my balls grow tighter.
“Caro, fuck, I’m gonna–”
Her voice is strangled and breathy when she cries out, “I’m coming.”
“Too. Fucking. Good,” I say, punctuating each word with a stuttering thrust as I come long and hard between her thighs.
I catch my breath, pulling out gently and standing her up. Caro feels perfect when I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as my heart rate recovers.
“Slow. Fast. Both are good,” she breathes.