“Andrew...” I tried to catch my breath as he picked me up and set me on the sink. “Andrew, wait...”
“For what?” He grabbed my hand and placed it over his belt, telling me to unbuckle it.
I didn’t answer him. I slipped my fingers underneath the metal clip and unclasped it as he pressed his mouth against my neck.
Trailing his tongue against my skin, he whispered, “You haven’t missed me fucking you?”
“It was only twice.” I sucked in a breath as his hands caressed my thighs. “Not enough to miss anything...”
He bit me harshly and leaned back, glaring at me.
My breath caught in my throat as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy and teasingly moved them in and out.
“It feels like you’ve missed fucking me...” He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go, making me moan softly.
I arched my back as he stroked my clit with his thumb.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to his lips, slowly licking them. “It tastes like you’ve missed fucking me, too.” He pressed another finger against my throbbing wet clit and then he brought it up to my face—placing it against my lips. “Open your mouth.”
I slowly parted my lips, and he narrowed his eyes as he slid his finger against my tongue. I felt his cock rub against my thigh, felt him using his other hand to wrap my leg around his waist.
“Tell me that you don’t want to fuck me,” he said. “That you don’t want me to bury my cock deep inside of you right now.”
He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth.
I was sliding off the edge of the counter, about to fall, but he suddenly pressed me back against the mirror.
I kept my eyes locked on his as he unwrapped a condom, as he put it on and stared at me with that same angry expression he’d been wearing all night.
He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me forward, sliding his cock into me as my legs gripped his waist.
My hands clawed at his neck as he pounded into me again and again.
“I’ve missed fucking you,” he rasped, threading his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back. “But you haven’t thought about me at all?”
“Ahhh!” I screamed as he sped up his thrusts. I squeezed my legs around him even tighter, trying my best not to give in.
I shut my eyes and heard him saying my name—panting, “Fuck, Aubrey...Fuck...”
“Put your hands on the counter...” he commanded, but I ignored him and tightened my grip around his neck.
“Aubrey...” He bit my shoulder again, still fucking me harder than ever. “Put your hands on the counter. Now.”
I slowly unclasped my hands from around him and lowered them to my sides—gripping onto the cold counter. The next thing I felt was his tongue swirling around my nipples, roughly sucking my breasts.
I gripped the tile harder as his kisses became more ravenous—more possessive, and as he fucked me harder and harder I felt myself on the verge of losing control.
“Andrew....” I moaned. “Andrew....”
He released my nipple from his mouth and slid his hands underneath my thighs, picking me up and pinning my back against the wall.
“I know you love the way I fuck you, Aubrey...” He looked into my eyes, forcing his cock even deeper into my pussy. “And I know you’ve touched yourself every night this week, wishing it was my cock inside of you instead of your fingers.”
My clit throbbed with his every word, and I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Tell me it’s true...” He pressed his lips against mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth—muffling my moans with an angry, unrelenting kiss. “Finally tell me something that’s fucking true...”
Tremors traveled up and down my spine, and I was seconds away from coming, but he wouldn’t let my mouth go.
He was still kissing me—glaring at me, begging me to tell him the truth.
I nodded, hoping that he could read my eyes and see that I needed him to let go of me, I needed to be able to breathe.
He slammed into me one last time—hitting my spot, and I managed to tear my mouth away from his.
“Yessssss!” My head fell forward into his shoulder and I gasped for air.
“Aubrey...” He gripped my waist until he stopped shaking.
As we both came back down, there were few random knocks at the door, a few “Is anybody in there?” taps, but both us remained silent and breathless.
Minutes later, when his breathing seemed to be under control, he pulled out of me—staring into my eyes. He tossed the condom away in the trashcan behind him and pulled up his pants.