Her fingernails dug into the countertop until they turned white, but the squirm of her hips and the parting of her lips told she wanted to watch me pleasure her.
“Please,” I whispered, grazing her cheek with my lips. Intertwining our hands, I peppered kisses down her jaw and nipped at the skin of her neck until she gave me more access to taste the salt on her skin not covered in paint.
Hesitantly she turned, her ass brushing against my dick, feeling how hard it was. It jerked, causing her to suck in a gasp as she bent with the help of my guiding palm.
“That’s it,” I praised, kissing her shoulder blade. One of my palms massaged her ass cheeks, spreading her and letting my finger dip down the seam until I found her puckered hole. “I can’t wait to play with all of you.”
She shuddered, causing me to grin against her skin as I moved downward to insert a finger into her entrance. Bucking, she said, “Theo. Please. No more teasing.”
I kissed her back again and palmed my dick. “Look at your reflection and tell me what you see, Della.”
Her head lifted and met her eyes in the mirror. They flashed with lust when she saw me standing behind her, her body bent over the counter ready for me. Paint still covered most of the top half of her, my handprints evident in the mess, fingerprints dipping down until they disappeared past what the mirror showed. “I see my father’s best friend about to finish what he started a year ago,” she panted.
That was all it took before I bit into her shoulder and exchanged my fingers for my cock at the tight hole beckoning me. “Way too long,” I told her, parting her legs and filling her in one hard thrust. The sound she made went straight to my dick as I pulled out and greedily pushed back in. “I’ve wanted this for too long and I don’t give a fuck what that says about me right now.”
I held onto her hips as I entered her over and over, jackknifing until the sound of our skin slapping and her arousal fueled me to wrap one arm around her waist and another in her hair. Twisting slightly, I tilted her head back until her eyes locked on the way my hips thrusted faster into her from behind. “What do you see, Della?”
“You,” she breathed, eyelids fluttering.
“And?”
She swallowed, her breathing becoming faster as she met my hips every time, fucking me with as much need as she could. The way she squeezed me had my cock demanding more, fighting to reach the climax that would happen way too soon if I kept thinking about the hundreds of different ways I’d fuck her now that I had her. “I see me. I see…fuck, Theo. I-I see somebody worthy. Beautiful. Is that what you want to hear?”
I bit into her shoulder again until I was sure a mark would be left and fuck if that didn’t turn me on more. “I want the truth. What’s your truth? What do you see of yourself right now?”
Her jaw quivered as she fought to keep her eyes open, knowing I’d force her to look again if they drifted closed. I picked up the pace and rolled my hips into her, finding that perfect place to hit every single time until she struggled to make coherent sentences. “I see a grown woman w-who faced a lot of battles and won most of them. Somebody who wears warpaint in the f-form of—” She mewled when I moved a hand to her front and pinched her clit between my fingers. “—stretchmarks and scars.”
Letting go of her hair, she rested the back of her head against my chest and said my name, panting it, praising it, begging me to do more to her. I flattened my palm against the scar on her torso and listened to every plead she moaned out between pants.
Faster.
Harder.
More. More. More.
It fueled me, but not as much as her words did, because every single one she spoke was the truth. Her body was a shrine that encompassed something ethereal—a soul pure no matter how much the world tried tainting it, and a love so deep she offered it to everybody who needed a piece of the goodness inside her.
And it was mine.
It was always mine in some way.
“So fucking beautiful,” I said against the back of her head as I circled her clit again until she clenched my dick in a grip that was almost painful.
“Theo. Oh God. Oh God. Please.” She repeated that again and again until I fucked her so hard, I nearly put a fist through the mirror when she came on my cock and milked me of my own orgasm. Spilling inside of her, I buried myself so deep I wasn’t sure I’d come out—if I even wanted to. My face stayed in the crook of her neck as her body went limp in my arms that held her to me before we collapsed against the countertop.
When I pulled out, I whispered, “I see two people who have a lot of exploring left to do, sweetheart.” I straightened out and helped her stand, watching my seed leak down her thigh with a shit eating grin on my face.
“Oh my God, tell me you’re not grinning over that right now.” Embarrassment filled her tone as she hid her face behind her hand in the mirror when she realized what I was looking at.
“Can’t help it. That makes you mine, so I’m going to watch myself drip down your thighs whether you like it or not.” To prove it, I caught some of my cum with my fingers and inserted them back inside her like I wanted to stay there planted inside her for good.
She swallowed. “I was always yours.”
“Come on. Let’s
