Page 42 of Ink Me Three Times
Hands on the counter. Ass out. Waiting. Begging.
I shove the panties to the side again and slam into her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding around her front to toy with her clit.
She cries out, high and breathless.
"Shhh, baby," I murmur, voice rough in her ear as I thrust deeper, slower, holding her hips still. "You gotta stay quiet, yeah? She’s just upstairs."
Her moans turn to sobs of pleasure.
"You close?"
"Y… yes, please, Freddie, I need it…please…"
"Not yet."
I slow down. Just enough to torture us both. Her whole body trembles under me.
"Say it again," I murmur, mouth at her neck, voice a razor’s edge.
"I want you," she sobs. "I want this. I want everything."
That’s all it takes.
I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back, pressing her cheek to the cold counter, hips snapping into her with brutal rhythm.
She cries out, body seizing, climax barreling through her, hard and hot and loud, and fuck, I feel every pulse of it.
Her pussy spasms around me, dragging me under.
I can’t hold it anymore.
I thrust once. Twice. Then I’m gone, groaning her name like a prayer as I explode inside her, hips jerking, stars behind my eyes.
We stay like that, tangled, breathless, for what feels like forever.
Her hair’s a mess. My hands are shaking. The kitchen smells like sex and sweat and Ivy.
I gently ease out of her, breathing hard, and she whimpers at the loss. I bend to kiss her shoulder, then her spine, then the base of her neck.
"Come here," I murmur, pulling her close, arms around her as she turns to face me.
"Wow," she whispers, voice wrecked and hoarse as she leans into me. "That was…"
"Yeah." I press my lips to her temple. "That was."
I step back and roll the condom off, grabbing a paper towel to clean up before tossing it in the trash. But just as I go to tie it up, something catches my eye.
A tiny slit. Barely there.
Near the base. Right where it would've rolled tight over the ring.
My brow furrows.
"Ivy," I say, turning just enough for her to look over.
Her eyes are still heavy lidded, hazy with afterglow. "Hmm?"
I hold it up, angled so she can see. "Looks like it might’ve… torn. A little."
