Happy Monday yall!
Late update cause I accidentally overslept this morning and it fucked my routine ALL up xD
Let's just get to the good stuff, you all know who I thank!
-75-
"Hm, let's see," she looks off into space as if she's looking into our future. "I think a lot of good things. A partnership. A teammate. Someone to navigate through this crazy thing called life, so you never have to do anything alone ever again."
"Oh, and lots and lots of crazy sex, of course," she finishes with a giggle.
Her words hang in the air, thick and heavy with the weight of the implication of them. There's already been so much tension between us; it's like the rain has been pouring down on the eaves, filling them up until they burst and drench everything underneath them.
And burst it does.
We can't handle any more pressure, and our bodies come together like a thunderstorm, harsh and thrilling, too powerful for us to deny. The dishes in our hands crash into the sink, discarded in our haste to get to each other.
Her hands are wet and soapy when they tangle in my hair, the warm water running down my neck, and I couldn't give less of a fuck. My body presses her back, lips coming together with such force our teeth clack together. It hurts, but it doesn't slow us down. Nothing will at this point.
She's so fucking warm, arching where I have to bend to meet her, my hands firmly on her hips to bring her tight against me.
I'm fucking alive, every skin cell alert and aware of the body I'm so fucking close to sliding into. Her breath on my lips, the sharp sting of her hand gripping my hair, the hungry little moans she makes into my mouth.
We both reach behind her at the same time, bowls and fuck know what else clambering to the floor to make room for me to lift her onto the counter. Her hand slips into the dishwater, but it does nothing to douse the fire. Instead, we laugh, our lips coming right back together like they have magnets attached to them.
We're shedding our clothes frantically, hands exploring every new inch of skin exposed. Her legs frame my sides, my cock throbbing and aching to get to her. The moment her bra is off, my lips start to make their way down her neck, biting and sucking her skin, tasting the salt of the thin layer of sweat we've worked up.
"Fuck," she groans when I cup her tits, my thumbs brushing her nipples the same instant my teeth sink into the pulse point at the base of her neck. She leans back on the counter, and my hand moves down her sides, my lips trailing down her chest.
We're both shirtless, still dressed from the waist down. At some point, my chest got wet, probably after she dunked her hand in the sink, and it chills in the air. It does nothing to the heat that fills my body with a need so deep, so base, and primal it can't be ignored.
When her hips lift to allow me to remove her leggings, I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue. She's different from what I'm used to. Rather than fighting to please me, she's leaning back and enjoying this. Following what her body tells her to do and sinking into the feeling, and I fucking love that. I want to watch her fall apart for me, completely unguarded and undistracted. I want to see what kind of sounds I can pull from her lungs.
And now that I have her naked and willing in front of me, I can do all the things I've wanted all this time.
DON'T THROW THINGS AT ME!
I promise the next few days will make up for all of the cockblocking I've done ;)
