He looked at me. “If it was laying on my floor.”
His hands came around my back, pulling at the knot that held the shirt together. He tugged on the fabric, the knot coming undone. The shirt fell down my torso and he tossed it to the kitchen floor.
“Fuck, Lettie. No bra?” His hands came around to palm my breasts before he brought them down to the hem of my jeans, his fingers working at the button and zipper.
I set my hands on the counter, lifting my hips so he could slide my jeans off.
He cursed once they landed on the ground, taking in my already wet, gray lace panties. “Already soaked for me, Huckleberry?”
I pursed my lips together as he set his hands on my knees, pulling my legs apart. My panties pulled to the side, exposing some of my pussy.
He kept his eyes on the sight between my legs as he worked at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. I watched his fingers, closing my legs slightly, heat creeping up my cheeks from his stare.
He pulled them back apart, his hard eyes landing on mine. “Uh-uh. No getting shy on me now. You can’t hide anymore, Lettie.”
He pulled his shirt off, the fabric landing in a heap on the floor behind him. He took his time taking his jeans off, kicking off his boots and socks.
He grabbed a condom from his jeans and I raised an eyebrow. “You always keep condoms in your pockets, at the ready?”
“Wasn’t sure where we’d be doing this tonight. I don’t keep condoms in my kitchen drawers,” he said as he ripped open the foil and slid the condom on.
He stepped forward, coming back between my legs. I stared up at him as he tipped my chin up with his finger. “I know who you are out there, Lettie, but I want to know who you are in bed. I want to memorize every inch of your body, know how you like to be fucked, if you like it slow or fast, gentle or hard. I want my name to be the one on your lips when I make you come undone tonight and every night after. You’ve always been mine, Lettie.”
I audibly swallowed, then said, “Hard.”
A smirk pulled at his lips. “I had a feeling you’d say that. Now, be a good girl and lay back so I can give it to you how you like it.”
He set a hand on my shoulder, easing me back until I was laying flat against the cool countertop. “Hold on to the counter,” he commanded.
My hands found the edge and I grabbed it. His fingers hooked in my panties and he pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor.
He slid me forward an inch, my legs spread around him. I watched as he fisted his cock and pumped it twice before dragging it along my center. The warmth of him made my head fall back against the counter.
The head of his cock brushed against my bundle of nerves. My breath picked up pace as he slid it lower, positioning himself at my entrance. “Eyes on me, Lettie. I want to see you.”
I tilted my head slightly, our eyes meeting a moment before he thrust inside in one swift motion. I gasped, my lips parting. He gave me a moment to adjust to the size of him inside me before pulling out slightly. He shoved back in with such force, my fingers almost lost the edge of the counter. He thrust in and out of me, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Such a good girl, taking all of me in that sweet little pussy. I knew you’d feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock.”
His hands gripped my legs behind my knees, keeping me positioned just right as he thrust against that sweet spot deep inside of me.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Show me how you like it.”
My right hand let go of the counter and I brought it between our bodies to rub circles over my bundle of nerves as he fucked me mercilessly. My head fell back as pleasure coursed through me, pressure building deep inside of me.
He leaned forward, his body covering mine as he slid one hand up my belly to my neck, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “You think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Mhmm,” I managed to get out on a moan.
“Such a naughty girl,” he whispered into my ear. “You want to come on my cock?”
I nodded as his fingers flexed on my neck.
Fuck.