Reaching around her, I grab her by the throat and bring her body flush against mine. My straining cock pushes into her ass cheeks, trying to fit itself in the seam of them. I feel her moan against my palm, the sound vibrating against my fingertips.
“Want to know why I stopped?” I force her chin up, my lips dancing across her jawline.
“Why?”
“Because I want to hear you say it.” My palms run along her body, her skin raised with goose bumps, traveling to the bottom of her shirt. I lift the fabric over her head, throwing it behind me.
I like having her nearly naked with my clothes still fully on. It’s hot as hell to see the difference between us.
“Hear me say what?” Her body shakes with anticipation. She jumps when my hands find her again, my fingers slipping underneath the band of her bra.
“That I drive you wild. That you think of me all damn day. That you don’t hate me anymore.”
“Hate’s a strong word. I don’t know if I ever hated you,” she confesses.
“Then tell me that you feel something stronger for me now. And that it isn’t hate.”
She doesn’t answer. In fact, she even seems to fight it so hard that her top teeth rake against her bottom lip as if she’s trying to force the words from spilling from her mouth.
“I’m waiting.” I slide the straps of her bra down her arms, getting rid of the fabric as soon as I can so I can feel her perfect, perky tits without anything in between us.
When she still stays silent, I pinch her nipple between my fingers, grinding my cock against her ass at the same time she lets out a loud, uncontrolled moan.
“Camden.” She tries to arch into me, but I roughly push between her shoulders until her cheek is pressed against the cold counter of the island.
“Be that way,” I mutter, letting one fingertip drift down her spine. She’s covered in goose bumps. I don’t know if it’s from the press of her skin against the cold island or if it’s from me. Maybe it’s both.
My finger stops at the small triangle nestled right between the dimples of her back. I pull at the fabric, pulling it down her legs. She’s fully bared to me now, ready for my taking.
I let my fingertip drift along the seam of her ass cheeks. She shudders.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
“Where?”
I apply more pressure, trailing the path again, ending in her wetness. I push inside her again, getting it nice and wet before it travels up again. “Right here,” I say, pushing against a place I haven’t explored on her yet.
Her face rolls against the counter, her forehead pressing into it as she stifles a moan. “No,” she confesses. I don’t think she realizes that she pushes her ass against me, allowing my finger a fraction of an inch inside the tight hole.
“Good.” I fling the word back at her, pleased with myself.
She doesn’t argue. Instead, she moans again. I lay my palm flat against her skin. One finger drifts to play with her clit while the other pushes a little deeper inside her.
“It’ll be too much.”
“Good,” I repeat. “You’ve taken too much of me. It’s time I take more of you.” I fall to my knees, lining my face up with her perfect ass. I’ll think about it in my dreams, remembering how good it looked covered in flour except for the red handprint on her delicate skin.
“Spread your legs,” I demand. “Wide.”
She does as she’s told, spreading them, but not wide enough. I slap the inside of her thigh with the back of my hand. “More,” I continue, pushing her feet even further apart.
I grab both her wrists, forcing her to grip the corner of each side of the island to keep herself steady. It’s a beautiful sight having her ass on display, her cunt wet and begging for my complete attention. She watches over her shoulder with hooded eyelids, waiting for my next move.
With her in the exact position I want her in, I bring myself to her sweet cunt once again. My tongue circles her clit, my eyes closing with how good she tastes.
She tastes like mine. Like no other man should ever have the right to have her again.
While my tongue caresses her pretty cunt, my hands find either side of her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose her. She moans when I let my fingertip drift over it again.
“You dirty girl,” I muse, coating my finger in her wetness. “You like it when I play with your ass?”
She doesn’t answer me, but I wasn’t expecting her to. I’ve learned enough about her to know not to expect an answer. Once I feel like my finger is nice and wet, my mouth seals to her clit once again. My tongue and finger play with her, making her hips buck with pleasure.