Page 17 of Casita Casanova
I press her back against the glass and push my cock against her center, smiling when she moans into my mouth. Then I drop her legs and pull her pants down as I lower myself into a squat. Alexis and I have been fucking around for years now; we’ve done the slow and steady, spent time exploring one another and giving as much as we receive, and sometimes we just go at each other with all we’ve got.
Today I need tofuck, so I hope she’s down for quick and hard.
I tug her shoes off one by one, then help her step out of her pants. Looking up at her, I say, “Spread your legs.”
She does as she’s told.
With my eyes on the prize, I stand, then walk to the nearest cabinet and search for a box of condoms. As I stride back toward Alexis, I stretch the condom over the hammer, then give it a hard stroke.
Her mouth opens on a gasp and her eyes fall to my shaft, hungry and desperate for me.
I stop in front of her and nod toward the window. “Turn around.”
She does so quickly, arching her back for me and pushing up on her tiptoes.
I reach between her legs, smiling when my fingers glide through the slick wetness pooling between her thighs. I tease her folds with gentle strokes, then slip two fingers inside of her tight pussy.
She moans, then looks back at me over her shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes. “What do you think?”
I thrust my fingers in and out, then start to scissor them slowly, stretching her and preparing her for what I’m about to give her. I may be a fucking asshole, but I’m not a monster. I wouldn’t just fuck her hard and fast without a little prep, regardless of what people might think of me.
“About what?” I ask, reaching up to grasp the base of her skull and turn her head toward the window. I don’t want connection today. I don’t want eye contact.
“My pussy, asshole.”
I raise my eyebrows, stilling my fingers. “It’s good?”
She scoffs, then steps away from me, leaving me standing there with slick fingers and a throbbing boner. Jeez, lady, what did I do wrong?
“I got it fixed,Ridge. You didn’t even notice.” She crosses her arms in an angry huff.
Fixed? What the hell does that mean? Frowning, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck off the juices, holding her gaze, satisfied when she starts to relax again. Then I step toward her, smiling as I look down into her eyes. “Why fix something that isn’t broken?”
This question pleases her. Eyes softening around the edges, she reaches for my hand and positions it back between her legs. “Vaginal rejuvenation. Feel.”
I slip my fingers back inside, and…
I gotta tell ya, it feels exactly the fucking same as it did the last time we hooked up.
“Nice,” I say. It’s not a lie; she’s got a great pussy. I just don’t understand what she’s rejuvenated.
Or why.
But she’s dripping wet and I’m horny. So I pull my fingers free and in one quick movement, I flip her around and bend her over the granite countertop. She squeals, probably from the cold, then stretches her body out, gripping the far side of the island with her hands and popping her ass into the air for me. I grip her hips, position myself at her opening, then close my eyes and slide inside her rejuvenated pussy. The muscles flex and tighten, stretching around me as I fill her to the hilt. I pull out slowly, then plunge inside again, faster this time. And deeper. Then I pull out and slam back in, rocking her body with my thrusts. She moans with each hard fucking I give her, bouncing with each pound. Her knuckles are white on the granite. Sweat beads up down the length of her spine.
I pump into her harder and faster, grunting as I fuck the day’s stresses away.
My release hits me quickly and with the strength of a freight train. I don’t wait for Alexis to join me, don’t offer her the satisfaction of coming together. Not today. She’ll understand. I fuckingneedthis. I yell out and clamp onto her, holding her body immobile as my cock unloads inside of her.
I remain that way for a few long moments, buried deep inside her with my eyes closed, focusing on steadying my breathing as the tension in my shoulders finally dissipates and that knot in my gut slowly unravels itself.
When I’m calm and ready to face the fucking day, I pull out of her, then carefully remove the condom and toss it into the trashcan beneath the sink. “Thanks for that. It’s exactly what I needed.”
People love a little praise, right?
She’s still stretched out over the counter, so I walk over to her and look down at her face.
Whoa. Hold up.Are those tears? Is she fuckingcrying?
