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Your back arched, your spine cracking as Steve bent you over the edge of the bathroom counter. You moaned, your fingers digging into his supple ass, holding him close, your leg wrapping around the back of his thigh, a low growl rumbling from his chest. He dragged his calloused fingers up your side, his hand closing over your breast, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Steve -” you whimpered.
He cut you off, his mouth on yours, his tongue in your mouth as he ground his hips into yours. God, he was hard as a rock, his substantial length pressing into you, making you hot and wet. You squirmed, desperate for some kind of friction, needing him to get you off. You grabbed his hand and pulled it between your legs.
“Jesus, doll,” Steve groaned. “You’re killing me.” He yanked the towel away from your body and tossed it aside, his fingers tracing the lips of your pussy, circling your clit, teasing you. He dropped his head, his tongue tracing your nipple, lips closing around it, and tugging gently. He eased his middle finger into you, palm pressed to your clit, using tight, hard thrusts that had you panting and begging for more.
But he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, not right then. Instead, he pushed open your legs and slipped another finger inside of you, his lips now on your neck, fingers pumping harder, dragging over your sweet spot with every thrust, pushing you right up to the edge, then stopping, easing his fingers out until just the tips were teasing you and your hips were coming up off the counter.
“Goddamn it, Steve,” you whined. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly. Stop teasing and do it already.”
“Hmmm, I like it when you beg, doll,” he chuckled. He pressed his lips to your ear and nipped at the earlobe. “It fucking turns me on.”
You twisted your fingers in his hair and brushed a kiss along the edge of his jaw. “Please, Stevie, please fuck me,” you whispered.
Steve pulled your legs around his waist and entered you in one hard thrust, grunting as he buried himself inside of you. He slammed into you, so hard that your head hit the tile wall behind you, stars bursting behind your eyelids, though you weren’t sure whether it was from the feel of Steve inside of you or the knock to the head. Not that it mattered because every inch of your body was suddenly lit up in ecstasy, your nerve endings on fire as pure pleasured exploded in your veins.
You struggled to hold on, scrambling for something to grab, finally settling on Steve’s broad shoulders, your nails leaving long scratches down his back. He braced one hand on the wall above your head, the other he slid under your ass, lifting you to meet his every thrust, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged as he pounded into you. It wasn’t long before you were gone, your mouth pressed against his shoulder to hold back the scream threatening to burst out of you, your entire body shuddering as you came.
Steve groaned and slammed into you one last time, holding you tight against him as he orgasmed, his cock pulsing and twitching, your walls tightening around him, milking him dry.
When it was over, he held you, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses, humming contentedly low in the back of his throat. After a few minutes, he stepped away and helped you to your feet.
“Guess I need another shower,” you muttered under your breath, snatching your towel off the floor.
“Totally worth it,” Steve laughed.
“Totally,” you agreed.