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“Because I need to make love to you.”
“I really am hungry, though. Couldn’t we go to dinner first?”
I looked in her eyes, and she burst out laughing, “You should have seen your face.”
“You’re going to pay for that.”
I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her into the kitchen and placing her on the large granite island. It’s the perfect height, and I slide her to the edge. She squeals the entire time until her ass hits the cold stone.
“I know that look. I’m going to lose another pair of panties, aren’t I?”
“I can fuck you without tearing them.”
I reach under and pull the panel to the side. Her pussy is soaked, and I slide two fingers inside her. She hisses as I crook them and find the spot that will make her come.
“Zane, no.”
I withdraw my hand and look at her, puzzled, “What did I do?”
“I don’t want your fingers.”
I get what she means, but I don’t want to be a selfish lover. I want to make sure she comes before I do.
“No, foreplay?”
“Do you think I really need it?” she giggles.
“I guess not.”
We both work to get my cock free from my slacks, and she vigorously strokes me.
“Easy unless you want me to come in your hand.”
“Not the optimal place, but I wouldn’t mind.”
“I prefer to come together.”
I pull her panties aside and thrust into her. A whoosh of air escapes from my mouth as I enter. She’s tight, wet and hot. I’m pretty sure that I will never get sick of having her. I lean her back and pull her legs up so that her feet are resting on my shoulders. She grips the edge of the cold counter as I move my hips.
I wish she were naked. I love to look at her glorious body when I fuck her. I watch her face change as she grows closer to release. Lana can have vaginal orgasms where some women cannot. I just need to hit the right spot inside. I know I’m there when her breathing picks up, and she closes her eyes.
“Open, Lana. I need to see you.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she bites the corner of her lip, arches her back and moans loudly. She doesn’t talk dirty as much as she used to. It makes me wonder how Declan treated her in bed. Did he silence her or just use her for his pleasure?
She begins to tremble and quiver, I know she’s almost there, and I grip her hips tightly. Two hard thrusts, and I feel her shatter around me. I pump through her climax until I reach mine. By then, she’s gone limp on the counter, and her eyes have closed. I grunt her name as I spill my seed into her. I slip out of her and take her into my arms.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To bed. Forget dinner. I’d rather spend it with you.”
A couple of hours later, Lana is resting her head on my chest and making lazy circles around my skin with her fingers.
“Baby, can I ask you something?”
“Sure. Anything.”
“Did Declan treat you properly in bed?”
