Her lips crush against mine, her legs wrapping around me, making the desire to fuck her here and now against the counter a near requirement.
She slants her head to one side, deepening the kiss, and my hands fumble, tugging and pulling at the fabric around her waist, warring with her skin, demanding it expose each inch to me.
Rae kisses me, pulling back with lust shining in her eyes. “The zipper’s on the side,” she says, smiling as she peppers kisses against my mouth before pulling my lower lip between her teeth and gently biting the flesh.
My heart bangs erratically in my chest, chasing my desires in tireless circles. I reach for her skirt, forgetting about the zipper as I push the fabric up around her waist, revealing black underwear that conceals every part of her I want so badly to invade. I glance at her face for approval and find her eyes round with surprise, her breaths coming in shorter bursts as her nerves build. “You okay?” I ask.
She swallows, and then nods, her blonde hair hanging in wide curls down her back. “Do you have protection?”
I run my finger down her slit, loving the hiss she breathes in as her hips shift with the slight pressure. I blow out a breath, trying to steady myself and the weight of desire.
Rae reaches for the bottle and takes another quick pull.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
She nods. “And a little …. Embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?”
“I’ve felt uncomfortable since I got here, like I’ve been on display, but this brings that to an entirely new meaning.”
A near-silent laugh breaks through me like a sigh.
“What?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Your sexiness and confidence are so fucking beautiful, but your vulnerability…” I shake my head, searching for this feeling in my chest. “It makes me feel like a god.”
A smile curves her lips, and then she laughs, a sound that is so carefree and beautiful, it makes me feel nearly weak. “Like you needed an inflated ego.” She reaches forward, tagging my jersey and knotting her fingers in the cheap polyester fabric. She pulls me closer, her soft lips brushing mine as soft as I’d touched her, like she’s testing my reaction or possibly her place in this exchange. I remain close, opening my eyes when she doesn’t move to kiss me again. She’s inches from me, her eyelids heavy with her own desires—desires I wish to learn so I can give them all to her.
I slide my hand along her jaw, grazing her cheeks, flipping a switch that carries this moment from sexy directly to intimate as we keep each other’s gazes, exposing our desires and the energy that builds between us—something so strong we’d be able to produce power to the entire Pacific Northwest if they could find a way to channel it. I lean closer, the first to close my eyes as I capture her lips with mine, demanding she kiss me. Her hand falls from my jersey, going around to the back of my neck, her kiss severe and intense, feeling like an answer to a question I didn’t know I’d been asking. We kiss until we can’t breathe, our breaths labored and eyes feral as we stare at each other.
I hook my fingers around each thin strip of her underwear covering her hips and tug them down past her knees and ankles, dropping them to the cream-colored tiles, exposing her. I grip one of her ankles and bend her knee, pressing a kiss to the silky skin stretched over her kneecap as I plant her foot on the counter, her bright red toenails a stark contrast to the white marble counter. Her eyes trace over herself and then me too fast, revealing her nerves. I grab her other ankle, bending that knee and pressing a kiss there as I set this foot on the counter as well. “Stop,” I tell her. “Stop thinking. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I watch her as I run a finger over her, catching her wetness on my fingers.
She’s soaked.
I groan, running another finger down over her folds and using my other hand to spread her apart. Keeping her parted, I stick my thumb into her mouth. I see her pulse in her neck, beating faster than a clock as she thinks too long.
“Suck,” I tell her.
Her eyes flick to mine, and then her tongue fits around the bottom of my thumb, tracing a pattern that makes my jeans feel too tight. She pulls my thumb farther into the warm, wet confines of her mouth, making me forget her inexperience for a few moments as I war with the idea of undoing my pants.
I pull my thumb free from her mouth, and then strum it against her clit, making her hips immediately rock against my hand as she closes her eyes. I run my thumb along her clit and then lower, dipping it inside of her. She gasps. I groan. She’s so fucking wet I could slide inside of her so easily.
“You’re so fucking wet. So responsive.” I groan as she bites on her lip, swallowing a moan. “I want to make you so damn dirty. Mark you so you can’t remember anything but my cock inside of you.”
I run my thumb gently over her clit once again and enjoy watching her hips push forward to increase the pressure. Then, her hips relax, waiting for me to return back over the same area now buzzing with anticipation and alive with nerves. Instead, I run my thumb farther down, parting her again as I slide my middle finger inside and feel just how soaking wet and warm she is for me.
She grinds against my finger, the movement making her already tight pussy become even tighter, and I stroke the inside of her as a form of reward. “That’s right, baby. Grip my finger. Show me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I slide out, running my fingers along her clit, moving slowly, but increasing the pressure with each pass over the sensitive flesh until her thighs begin to tremble, and her legs struggle between spreading wider and closing with the last of her inhibitions that are keeping her from climaxing. “Stop thinking, Rae,” I coach her. “Just feel it. Absorb just how good I can make your body feel.”
She gasps.
“Your pussy loves this. Your pussy never wants me to stop. I bet I could even make you squirt if I kept this up long enough. Do you want to find out, baby? Do you want to find out exactly what I can make your body do?”
She pants in fast and hard breaths that I move forward to swallow, catching every part of her as she starts to scream her release.
Her knees fall together, leaning back against the mirror as I kiss her mouth and then her nose. She slides her feet forward so they drop off the counter. “I feel really tingly and warm,” she admits.
“That’s the alcohol.”
She shakes her head, then leans forward. “It’s your turn.”
I shake my head. While I love the idea of her on her knees, her hand and lips wrapped around my cock, it’s not here on the cold tile floor. “I just needed to see you come.” I bend, grabbing her panties from the floor, and holding them out to her.
She pushes off the counter, threading her feet into her underwear, and pulling them into place before righting her skirt. “Are you not… Are you afraid of…”
“I thought we were past filtering yourself?”
“I don’t understand? I thought guys always wanted to get off? Do I not make you…?” She trails off, her cheeks tinged pink.
I grab her hand, pressing it against my hard on. “This. This is what you do to me.”
Her eyes drop to my groin, where the slight heat of her hand through my jeans makes me ready to propose we go back to the house, find refuge with everyone gone. “I don’t understand,” she says. “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”