Page 24 of Get Lost

After a moment he pulled back, eyes heavily lidded and dark with desire. “Je n’ai pas de préservatif.”

Kelsey tilted her head. “En anglais, s'il vous plaît.” She was starting to enjoy this little game. If anything, it allowed her to hear him speak in his native tongue, which was sexy as hell.

“I have no condom, Kelsey. Pas de protection.” He motioned toward his dick and Kelsey followed his gaze, then she smiled.

“A girl always comes prepared.” Kelsey wasn’t one to rely on others for something as important as protection against STDs and pregnancy. More times than she wanted to admit, relying on whatever dude she was with to provide protection had sent them both home with blue balls. And blue balls were the absolute worst.

She stood slowly, careful not to stumble on knees feeble from lust, then found her purse on the floor and retrieved the foil packet. Turning back around, she paused to look him over. Jean-Luc stood at the island now, all thick muscles and hard lines, his cock protruding out in front of him as he drank champagne straight from the bottle.

She grinned. “My kind of man.” She returned to him, slipping the bottle from his hand and replacing it with the condom, then sipping the champagne as he quickly opened the packet and slid the rubber into place.

His eyes held hers as he took the champagne bottle from her hand and set it on the counter. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, then slowly dragged them up, teasing each nipple with his thumbs, then lifted her arms into the air until they were stretched far above her head. He clasped both wrists in one massive hand, then spun her in a slow circle until her back was to him and her hip bones pressed against the cool steel of the island.

A thrill of excitement sent a shiver up her spine, and she wiggled her rump backwards until it connected with his cock, pressing against him, closing her eyes to appreciate his hard length. He took a wrist in each hand and, using his body, he bent her body over the cold steel island, placing each of her hands around the opposite edge. “Hold that,” he commanded.

The shock of the cool metal against her nipples made her suck in a breath, but she settled onto the countertop, then pushed up onto her tiptoes and arched her back, waiting for him,welcominghim.

His dick nudged the wetness between her legs and her mouth fell open on a soft gasp, then he edged it inside of her slowly, carefully, allowing time for her body to stretch around his girth. Kelsey’s eyes rolled back in her head and she moved her hips to offer better access and he pushed in deeper, pleasure and pain mixing within her core to set her body aflame. He eased in a little further, until his hips were pressed hard against her ass, then he paused, running his hands down Kelsey’s back and down around the curves of each cheek, then he tightened his fingers on her hips and pulled back. Kelsey whimpered from the friction of him against her inner walls, and he pushed back in, filling her once more.Kelsey stretched her arms out to grip the far side of the counter, and he thrust harder. She’d have bruises—delightful little bruises—tomorrow.

On the front of her hips from each time he slammed her against the metal counter.

On her ass from his fingertips.

Her fingers tightened on the lip of the counter and she arched further, allowing him even more room to push deeper inside her, and as they rocked, hard then soft, fast then slow, his hands took turns tightening on her hips then sliding down to caress the soft flesh of her ass.

He reached up and slid his hand into her hair, tightening a fist around the long strands, and Kelsey giggled in excitement as he gently pulled her back, so her head was on his shoulders, her chest out as her body bent in a half circle, allowing his dick to find new, delicious places inside her. She slid one hand up and around his neck, holding onto him tightly, then reached down to massage her clit, and as he pumped harder, one arm tightening around her waist, the other fisting harder in her hair, she flicked her fingers back and forth, gasping as he brought her higher.

Kelsey’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm slammed into her. The language he grunted into her ears was only barely recognizable as the language of love.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyes, and she lost all sense of time. And, just as she’d hoped, the world definitely had tilted on its axis, tilted so far that Kelsey couldn’t even recall slipping to the floor with him.

But as she lay there, entwined in his arms, coated in her sweat and his, still covered in the sweet dessert cream, and his hands roamed languidly over her body, caressing her hip, then the dip of her waist, then her breast, gently teasing her nipple before moving back down to travel that same route again, Kelsey thought maybe, just maybe, breaking the rules every once in a while wasn’t the end of the world.

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