She was still around me, still wet, still too warm, and she rolled her hips like the first round had only taught her the shape of what she wanted.
"Again…"
She dug her gaze into me, and I could tell there was something in it that begged to be used.
"You were careful last time. I want you to be crude. I want you to fuck me like an animal."
The words froze me for a moment. Then I closed my mouth and grinned.
I pulled out far enough to get my knees under me and turned her over. She went onto her hands with a hiss when her ribs took the shift, and locked her elbows anyway. I wrapped an arm under her hips, hauled her back onto me, and shoved in to the hilt in one stroke.
The sound she made was filthy and grateful.
I set a pace that had nothing to do with eleven days of carrying. Hip to ass, hard, the wet slap of it loud against the stone.
