knows I hate it when she does that. The defiance drives me fucking mad. Makes me want to bend her over this counter and show her it’s not nice to roll your eyes at someone.
I lean into her, and she halts her movements when she feels me against her, feels how obvious it is that my cock is growing hard.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” I say into her ear, my eyes meeting hers in our shared reflection.
She lifts a brow, silently saying, What are you going to do about it?
I reach around her, pull the toothbrush from her mouth, and place it back in the holder.
I gather her wild hair into my hands, still damp from her after-sex shower last night, all while she stares at me with a flushed face and wide eyes.
“Spit,” I tell her.
She does.
“Good girl.” I release her hair. “Take your top off.”
She strips the material off her body.
She’s not wearing a bra, and my cock grows at the sight of her tits, which are marked with red spots from the time I spent paying them extra attention last night.
I press a hand against her back, urging her to bend over the counter. I place open-mouthed kisses down her bare back as her breathing goes into overdrive.
Grabbing her wrists, I pull her hands behind her back, linking her fingers together.
“Don’t move these,” I tell her, squeezing her wrists in warning.
She nods, then gasps when I kick her legs apart.
I drop to my knees.
Curling my fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts, I peer up, watching as she crushes her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation of what’s to come.
Slowly, I peel her shorts down her legs.
She’s wearing a pair of lace panties that barely cover her cheeks.
Out of all the things that surprise me about Caroline, her wearing sexy-as-fuck matching bra-and-underwear sets is the most unexpected.
For some reason, I always pegged her as a plain white or cream-colored kind of gal.
I’m glad to know that after all the years, my girl can still surprise me.
My girl.
That’s exactly what she is—mine.
She moans when I bite into her ass cheek, then run my tongue over the skin to soothe the sting. Who’d have thought buttoned-up, shy Caroline who’s too embarrassed to talk about sex would be so into riding that pain/pleasure line?
She pushes back, wanting more.
I’m happy to oblige.
I nip at her again, all the way down her cheeks until I reach that sensitive skin where her ass meets her legs.
“Up.”
Her eyes flutter open, brows creasing together.
I smack her ass.
“I said up. Tiptoes.”
She pushes onto them, giving me the access I want.
Grabbing her cheeks, I spread her open and slide my tongue from her pussy all the way back to the hole I haven’t yet had the chance to play with.
Her eyes fly open at the surprise contact, pupils dilated, and I can tell she likes it.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “But soon.”
She clamps down on her bottom lip again, liking the promise, then rises higher on her toes.
I take the invitation for what it is and run my tongue through her folds, plunging it into her core again and again until she’s squirming against my face, needing more.
“Coop…” she murmurs, frustrated with my teasing. “More…”
“You want my cock or my mouth?”
“Yes.”
I slide two fingers into her pussy and suck her swollen clit into my mouth, pumping in and out of her at a hurried pace, running her right up to the edge, and then backing off just when I know she’s about to explode.
“Ughhhh,” she complains when I do it again. “Please.”
“Please what?” I say, pulling my mouth off her, slowing my strokes.
“Fuck me already.”
I slip my fingers out, pull my pajama pants down just enough to free myself, and slide into her.
“Oh hell. Fucking hell,” I groan when she grips me tight. “Being with you…how the fuck did we wait so long, Care?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“You’ve ruined me, you know that? I’m ruined. Addicted. Completely fucking crazy for you.”
She shudders at my words, a soft moan falling from her lips. “You’ve ruined me too.”
I fuck her slowly, softly. Taking my time. When she tries to move her arms, I grab them, holding them firmly in place.
I lean down, dropping my lips to her ear. “Did I say you could move these?”
“N-No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She nods. “But, Cooper?”
“Hmm?” I ask, watching where we’re joined, loving how my cock disappears inside of her like we’re two puzzle pieces and fit together perfectly.
“I need to come.”
“Do you