Chapter 17
T he tone of the evening kept changing. Nerves and sexual tension were running rampant between us. As my lips grazed over Monica’s I sensed a change come over her. She went from emotional, lost in her memories, to present with me. She sighed, parting her lips, opening for me and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My tongue delved into her mouth, stroking, kissing her deep and hard as my body pushed her back against the counter again. She made a small whimper into my mouth and all my resolve snapped. I broke the kiss, panting, and staring down into her dazed eyes.
“You’re gonna have to tell me now that this is okay.” I breathed out, voice lower than normal, gravely. “I’ve gotten more patient but I still have my thresholds.” I spoke, practically growling.
She nodded, trying to pull me down to her again.
“Words,” is all I replied, hand coming up to her throat, holding her still gently.
“I want this,” she whispered, breathless, “I want you.”
That’s all I needed to fucking hear.
Leaning down I took her mouth again, strong and fast. My hand left her throat, moving down to grab the back of her thighs and lift her onto the counter. She gasped and moved back to try to speak but I wasn’t having it. I leaned her back, her head knocking into the cabinet, biting her lower lip then sucking it into my mouth. I broke off, backing up slightly.
“Take your shirt and bra off.” I said, reaching behind my shoulder and pulling my own tank top off. Her eyes were like dark smoldering heat staring at me.
“Guess you’re still bossy and controlling in the bedroom.” she smarted off, lifting her shirt over her head. She was wearing a purple lace bralette underneath and I had to fight myself from lunging across to her again and ripping it off her body.
“Don’t be a brat,” I warned, “Or I’ll make you beg for it.”
Her eyes widened, chest heaving with her breaths.
“I haven’t changed that much.” I smiled at her.
She reached behind her unclasping the scrap of lace and let it fall. I groaned taking her in. She was clearly shy about how her body had changed but she was all woman now. The softness around her stomach, her heavier breasts, and her stretch marks turned me on. I was rock hard to the point of pain as I stared at her, barely able to restrain myself.
“Trevor,” she begged softly, almost a whine.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Details.”
Her cheeks pinkend and her tongue darted out to lick her lips nervously. She’d obviously forgotten how I could be and it was driving me on to bring this anticipation out in her again.
“I want your hands on me.”
I stepped forward, running my hands down her arms, laughing darkly as she blew out a breath in exasperation.
Her smaller hands gripped my wrists, yanking my hands up to cover her breasts. I groaned at the contact, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. I squeezed, massaging them as her head fell back against the cabinet again.
“So responsive.” I growled, leaning down and licking her right nipple softly before sucking it into my mouth. My right hand’s thumb found her left breast’s nipple flicking it softly.
“Trevor, please,” she moaned.
“I told you I was going to savor you.” I said, nipping at her hardened peak, breath hot against her breast.
“I don’t want to be savored.” she spoke, voice sure. “I need you inside me. Now.”
I stood, looking down at her.
“Well, who am I to deny the woman I love what she needs?” I yanked her off the counter, spinning her around. My hands found the waistband of her leggings, yanking them down to reveal the matching purple underwear. There was no time to really enjoy the view. I could see her soaking them.
“Should I just move your panties to the side and fuck you with them on?” I whispered, arching over her, bending her to lay flat against the counter for me.
She whimpered softly and nodded, wiggling her ass back into me as I ground my hardness against her.
I lowered my sweatpants kicking them across the room as I stepped forward and kicked her feet further apart, her leggings still around her ankles.
“You look so beautiful, bent over my kitchen counter, trembling and soaking those purple panties.” I praised, watching her, gripping the base of my hardened length before stroking myself.
“Trevor. Inside me. Now.” she demanded.
I smirked. Coming up closer behind her again, I moved the lace to the side, revealing her bare and wet for me.
“Fuck, Monica,” I growled, losing control. I rubbed the pierced tip of my cock against her folds, letting the ring hit her clit as she stiffened under me.
“Trevor?” she questioned “What is that?” she peeked back over her shoulder.
I raised my eyebrows, “Oh, just another piercing I got.” I slid the tip down to her entrance, pressing teasingly to let her feel it.
Groaning, she backed up against me, taking about an inch in before I reached down, my large hand on the base of her spine, stopping her movement. I slid further into her heat, feeling her gripping me, trying to keep me inside as I let myself slide back out again, teasingly.
“Trevor!” she exclaimed, practically growling herself now.
“What, baby?” I asked innocently, running both of my hands up her back, soothing.
“Fuck me, now.” she ordered, all shyness evaporating.
“There she is.” I said, gripping her hips and thrusting my entire length inside her. We both groaned as my pelvis met her body. I was seated deep inside her, her wetness surrounding me, as I gritted my teeth, trying to keep still for a minute.
“Oh my God.” she breathed, arching and adjusting to the feel of me inside of her. I laid my body over hers, curving around her, letting my hands trail down her arms to hers, lacing our fingers together.
“You good?” I asked, kissing the back of her neck as she nodded. I released one of her hands bringing my hand up to grip the base of her throat, pulling out and thrusting deep again as she moaned.
“You’re with me?” I asked, one more time, just to be sure.
“Yes, Trev, please.”
Then I was lost, flexing my hips and thrusting into her. She widened her legs slightly, trying to keep her footing as my hand tightened on her throat. Her fingers still interlaced with mine were gripping the counter as I moved in and out of her quickly. The wet sounds that were filling the kitchen just driving me on further.
“Trevor,” she groaned louder, trembling under me. “Oh my god. It's too much…” she broke off, my hand flexing around her throat.
“You can take it.” I panted against her ear. “It's not too much. It's not ever going to be enough, Monica. Fuck, baby.” I released her hand and wrapped it around the front of her, to the apex of her thighs. My fingers found her clit circling it gently with steady pressure.
Her thighs were shaking as her pussy clenched around me, tightening, as she took sobbing breaths under me.
“You going to cum for me?” I asked, pressing firmer against her clit.
“Yes, please, Trev.” she was crying out now, both hands trying to find purchase on the counter, I gripped her hips, releasing her neck, angling her to fuck into her harder and deeper.
“Cum on my cock, Monica.” I growled as she screamed under me, her pussy gripping me tight as her orgasm took over her body.
I kept thrusting, feeling my own body tense, emptying into her, curving over her again, kissing over her upper back and shoulders as we both panted.
Gently, I stepped back, pulling myself out of her, looking down to see us mixed together. Reaching up I collected some of my cum sliding out of her, and pushed it back into her, pressing my finger deep inside.
She moaned softly, whispering my name, her forehead pressed against the counter and everything was p erfect.