I could feel her thighs shaking under my palms as I pulled back again, and her chest rose and fell deeply. When she swallowed it was a struggle, but she answered regardless of her nervousness. “I want to be under you.”
I stared at her, and when she reached down touching my erection, I moaned softly and closed my eyes for a moment. Her other hand gripped the side of my waist, and she pulled me closer. She scooted her bottom to the edge of the counter, and she forced my cockhead between the lips of her *. She was wet, and I slipped easily back and forth as she guided me. She held my dick as my fingers dug into the tops of her thighs, and she glanced down between us. When she pressed the head to her entry and then paused, my jaw clenched tight in desperation. I wanted her to pull my hips forward, so I could impale her. That’s all I needed. One forward tug of my body would drive my cock into her.
But she didn’t.
“How is this any different than being on top of me?” She glanced down between us again. “You’re between my legs. You’re even standing taller than me.”
I looked over her shoulder at her back in the mirror. “Because there isn’t a floor behind you, and you can get away from me,” I said quietly.
Her brow furrowed. “I don’t want to get away from you.”
I wanted to give her what she was asking for. The very notion of putting my weight on her was intoxicating. I couldn’t deny that. And were she any other woman in the world, I could give her what she wanted. But she wasn’t any other woman in the world.
She was my nightmare.
I stepped back from her, and her fingers slipped from their hold on me. She closed her legs again, and her focus shifted to the ground. She looked rejected, and I felt like an asshole. When she slid from the countertop, she turned to walk out. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back, and her eyes popped open wide. I turned her toward the sink, and I reached for the back of her neck, gripping it as I bent her over. I held her there, stooped over the counter, and her eyes watched me in the mirror.
The irony was, the two times I’d made love to her, she was well and fully under my control. I’d pinned her in place on top of me the first time, and I’d pinned her down to the bed while she was on her stomach the second time. But it wasn’t about the control I had over her. It was the image. It was the sight that had been burned in my mind that had scarred me. It was that and nothing else.
I used my other hand to guide my cock between her legs, and then I tormented her the way she’d been tormenting me. I slid the head up and down along the wet seam of her *. “Tell me this is enough for now,” I said as I nudged slightly—just enough to pop the head of my cock past that tight skin at her opening.
A rush of breath left her along with a quiet groan. She nodded.
I pushed then, slow and steady, and her eyes widened even farther as I penetrated her body. It was a torturously slow progression, and I refused to take my eyes off hers the entire time. Her sheath gave way under the insistent pressure, and I felt the warmth of her body hugging my cock the more I pushed. She felt so tight, so wet, and so fucking hot, that when I settled balls deep inside her, I didn’t want to pull back out.
But I did—just as slowly as I’d penetrated her, I left her. I let go of my hold on her neck, and I moved my hands to her hips, using my thumbs to pull her butt cheeks apart. I could see her anus, puckered and tight, and knowing Helene, completely untouched. Fuck, I wanted to touch. Instead, I fucked her, keeping her cheeks open so I could watch. My focus shifted between her ass and her face, moving back and forth as I thrust into her over and over again.
I bounced her body forward into the vanity with every thrust, and she grunted as I’d smack hard into her bottom, pushing in deep. When she reached down between her legs and started toying with her *, I was almost shocked my frigid girlfriend had the nerve. How could she be frigid and feel so fucking hot? I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to her shoulder as my hips continued to rock.
I bit the back of her shoulder, and she groaned, and when my hips sped as I got closer and closer, she gasped and whimpered. She cried out when she came, and her head dropped to the counter top. I reached up, twisting my fingers into the hair at the back of her head, and I pulled, forcing her face up to watch mine.
I fucked her fast and hard, holding her head back and forcing her to watch until I hit my limit, slammed into her, and then held still as my muscles went rigid. I emptied myself inside her, biting into her skin again as she cried out, and then I pushed harder, forcing myself to go deeper as she winced.