Plan B (Best Laid Plans #2) - Jana Aston Page 0,17

never been a fan of fucking partially clothed but I might make an exception because the idea of sliding these to the side and sinking into her while she's still in them has its appeal.

When my fingers dip under, she's smooth. Skin hot against my fingertips. Her mouth drops ajar with my exploration, whether to tell me to stop or keep going I'm not sure, because she doesn't speak. Her eyes narrow and she pants, tiny barely audible puffs of air that would be enough to make me hard if the feel of her clenching around my fingertip wasn't already doing the job.

Wet. She might hate me but she still wants me.

Good enough.

I slide another finger into her. So fucking slick and hot. I groan, but I think it comes out as more of a growl. I add my thumb to her clit and pump her with my fingers while pressing my erection against her ass. I wonder if she has an idea how insane she makes me. How not normal this is.

Any of this.

I slide my other hand against her stomach, holding her to me, wanting her to feel how hard I am for her, how ready I am to bury myself inside of her with more than my fingers.

Even if she is fucking crazy.

She's close to coming when I slip the hand on her stomach up her ribcage. Trembling in my arms as I take the weight of her breast in my palm and squeeze. Crazy perfect tits. I can't wait to get my mouth on them. Slide my cock between—

"God! Don't!" She interrupts my thoughts about her tits with an elbow to the ribs. I drop my hands and step back, breathing hard.

"I didn't say stop," she hisses, seemingly incredulous that I've indeed stopped touching her. She turns to face me, fingers already on my belt, the buckle free a second later. "I said stop touching my tits, they hurt."

Not exactly what she said, but okay. She's already got my zipper down and her hand around my cock so I'm not going to argue with her about semantics right now.

She strokes me with her fist, short rough jerks that speak of her impatience to have me inside of her far more than words could. I slide my hand over hers to slow the pace and lengthen the strokes of her hand because I'm not looking to blow my load before we've even started.

Then I lean down and cover her lips with mine. I start with a soft press of my lips against hers, before pushing harder, invading her mouth with my tongue. Exploring, nipping at her bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth while I nip and suck and taste every bit of her.

When she whines and presses even closer I know she's had enough of whatever fucked-up foreplay this is. I spin her back toward the mirror and bend her over the counter, rid her of the panties and kick her legs open with a harsh, "Wider," when she doesn't move fast enough. When she's positioned exactly how I want her I nudge myself inside of her. Christ.

Wet. Soft. Slick. Hot. Tight. Perfection.

She squeezes herself around me and pushes back, trying to get me deeper.

I slide in. Slowly, inch by inch until I've bottomed out and she makes a little humming noise in her throat and wiggles her ass against me.

Daisy's forearms are braced on the bathroom countertop, holding her chest above the surface, giving me a clear view of her tits bouncing each time I thrust. That's a fucking sight, let me tell you.

I watch her in the mirror, reveling in the setup of fucking her this way. I can look down and watch myself disappearing between the twin globes of her ass. See how wet my dick is with every long stroke out. Look in the mirror and watch her tits jiggle with each penetration. Grip her hips and watch her plush lips as they part on the sexiest of grunts, mewling keens of enjoyment, whispers of yes, yes, yes falling from her mouth. Look at her eyes reflected in the mirror, her gaze focused on my bow tie, eyes narrowed in contempt.

I tug it off, resisting the urge to stuff it into her smart mouth.

Jesus Christ. I'm fucking her in my bathroom while still fully dressed. This reunion is... something.

But I'm close to release and I need her there with me because contrary to what she thinks, I have manners.

Also, I think she's