Page 7 of Our Bay Will Come

“I thought I was leaving after pancakes,” she reminds me, but her voice has no conviction.

“Plans change.” I cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs until she moans. “Tell me what you want, Prue.”

Her blue eyes lock with mine, darkened with desire. “Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”

Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s direct. I drop to my knees, positioning myself between her thighs. She watches me, bottom lip caught between her teeth, as I push the flannel up around her waist. Her legs part for me, an invitation I have no intention of refusing.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, working my way up slowly. She’s already wet, her body honest even when her words try to keep me at a distance. I breathe her in, savoring the moment before I taste her.

“Fox,” she whispers, impatient. “Please.”

I give her what she wants, my tongue finding her center. The sound she makes—half-gasp, half-moan—goes straight to my cock. I take my time, exploring her with long, deliberate strokes, learning what makes her breath catch and what makes her fingers tighten in my hair.

“God, you’re good at that,” she pants, hips moving against my mouth.

I slip one finger inside her, then two, pumping them furiously as I focus my attention on her clit. Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head.

“Don’t stop,” she commands, and I have no intention of disobeying.

I work her with my mouth and fingers until she’s right on the edge, her body tensing beneath me. When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips, her back arching off the counter. I don’t let up, drawing out her pleasure until she’s pushing weakly at my shoulders.

“Too much,” she gasps. “I can’t?—”

I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth with my hand. Prue’s cheeks are flushed, her hair wild, eyes slightly unfocused. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“Come here,” she says, reaching for me.

I step between her legs again, and she pulls me down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on my lips. Her hand slips between us, finding me hard and ready through my sweatpants.

“These need to go,” she murmurs, tugging at the waistband.

I strip them off, standing naked before her. Her eyes travel down my body, lingering appreciatively. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer until I’m pressed against her wet heat.

“What are you waiting for?” She says, shifting her hips forward.

I align myself at her entrance, my gaze fixed on her face as I gently press forward. The sensation quickly overwhelms me. Prue’s tight pussy radiates heat around me, demanding every ounce of my self-control to maintain composure. Her nails bite into my shoulders, leaving small crescents as I gradually fill her, feeling her envelop me entirely.

“Fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the sensation. “You feel amazing.”

“Move,” she commands with urgency, and I comply, initiating a slow, deep rhythm that elicits a moan from her lips with every thrust. Her breathy voice mingles with the intensity of the moment.

I grip her hips firmly, adjusting her position to just the right angle. The kitchen becomes a symphony of our synchronized breathing, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, and the occasional murmurs of encouragement punctuating the air. It’s raw and primal, a stark contrast to the slow exploration oflast night. That was about discovery. Now is about it’s about possession.

She leans back on her elbows, altering the angle and allowing me to penetrate deeper. The sight before me—her head thrown back in ecstasy, hair cascading down her shoulders, her breasts moving with each thrust. They’re as perfect as her.

“Touch yourself,” I command, and she quickly obliges, her fingers dancing urgently over her swollen clit as I thrust deeply into her.

“More,” she moans, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m almost there,”

I respond by quickening my rhythm, driving into her with relentless force, the counter's edge biting into my skin, but the pain only fuels my desire. Nothing else matters but the intoxicating sensation of her tightening around me, the way her breath catches in her throat when I hit that perfect, intoxicating angle.

"That's it," I encourage her. "Come for me again, Prue."

She does, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper. The sight of her coming undone is all it takes to push me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep as my release hits.

For a moment, we stay locked together, breathing hard. Prue's legs remain wrapped around me, keeping me inside her. I brush damp hair from her forehead, an unexpectedly tender gesture that makes her eyes flutter open.

"Well," she says, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "That was some breakfast."

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