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I grab one of his wrists and pull down on his arm. He lets me direct him, his other hand continuing its delicious torture of my breast. I drag his hand down my belly, sucking it in first, and down to the curls between my legs.

“I want… I need you… here.”

“Here?” he mumbles against my neck.

He drags his fingers through my curls and cups my mound.

He opens his scorching mouth and drags it against the sensitive skin below my ear.

I moan and move my hips, brushing my folds against his fingers.

“Please, Blake.”

He curves a finger, tracing a line from the back of my folds to the front opening me up as he goes and ending by circling my clit with his fingertip.

I shiver.

“Yes.”

The hand that’s on my breast lets go to grab the back of my head, twisting into my hair and pulling until it stings lightly. Then he gently pushes his elbow between my shoulder blades forcing me forward to lean my chest over the counter, pulling my bottom back against him.

That’s when I feel it. He’s hard and thick and the fabric of his jeans rubs against my butt cheeks.

I gasp.

“Do you believe me now? Do you feel what you do to me?”

His fingers frame my clit, rubbing on each side.

“Blake!”

This is it. This is what I came for. It becomes very real as I imagine him pushing inside me. My brain resists at first. It will be strange, new, different. But the more his fingers move against me, the more appealing the idea becomes. The more it’s the only thing I can think about, an all-consuming thought that will not leave me alone.

“More, Blake, please. I need more.”

His fingers tighten in my hair.

“Is this what you wanted, Amelia? Is this the Blake experience you were hoping for?”

My core clenches on emptiness.

“Yes.”

“You like it rough like this?”

I don’t know if I liked it before. Ethan certainly never tried it. Even at the beginning, he showed his enthusiasm by coming fast.

But I’m liking it now.

“Yes.”

Pressure builds in my lower abdomen. A heavy weight settles in my core. And his fingers just keep working, bringing me closer and closer to something I can’t reach.

“You want me to fuck you hard, Amelia?”

“Yes.” The words come out raspy and breathless.

“Then ask for it.”