“Stay still, angel.” Our foreheads drop together, damp with sweat, coming down after the haze of frenzied fucking on the kitchen counter. He presses my knees as wide as they can go, reaching between us to swipe up the welling evidence of him at my entrance. With sucked-in breaths mixed with fluttering heartbeats, we both stare, transfixed and insanely turned on as he pushes those two thick fingers back inside.
