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"We can't." She swallowed hard, her eyes saddening with her statement. "We can't be, Caroline."

"I don't care." I snaked my arms around her, urging up the hem of her skirt to grab handfuls of her ass.

She cried out then, as if the simple gesture ignited some sort of fire against her skin.

"Caroline."

"You show up at my house with no panties under your work clothes," I said, my voice a husky croon against her lips. "Which I know you did not do this morning. Did you ditch them before you walked up here?"

She nodded, gnawing her bottom lip hard enough to warrant a bit of blood. I brushed my thumb over her mouth to get her to stop.

"Then don't tell me we can't, Nora. Don't tell me that because you want me to fuck you." I brushed my fingers against her pussy from behind. "And you're dripping wet against those tight, quaking thighs."

She cried out again when I spun her around, bending her over the countertop to thrust myself against her from behind.

"Why do you do this to me?" she choked, her nails scraping the surface. "Why do you make my life feel better?"

I ignored her question, and asked, "Do you want it?" I lifted her skirt around her waist, and she moaned when she felt the bulge in my pants graze her rear.

"Yes," she cried, clawing at the cold marble under her when she caved. "I always do. Always."

"I know," I spoke against her ear. The rustle of my belt echoed when I dropped my pants to reveal the strap-on. The second I learned of her intentions when she arrived, I readied myself for the moment she'd proposition me. The soft, warm tip of the dong pressed against her. "How badly?"

"Caroline, don't make me say it." She nearly screeched out the words when I pressed into her slowly at first, before pounding her once so hard that her knees slammed the cabinets. "Ah!"

"What's our safe word?"

"Nightshade," she crooned, bracing herself as I wrapped my arms around her thighs and lifted her feet from the floor.

"I'll give you want you want, kitten." My voice a husky mess with the depth of my own breathing when I thrust into her. I didn't wait long this time, my own desire now tangled with her want. Her hunger for roughness contrasted the need for softness every time we spent these moments together. Just looking at her, how she responded to me, how her body arched and contorted under my harsh lust-driven assault, made me wish she would be clearer about her intentions. Did she value our friendship anymore? Or had it become solely about this?

In that moment, I didn't care, because she was what I wanted just the same. I took her, hard and fast, bent over the cold countertop of my kitchen.

"Car-Car!" She shouted when she erupted around me, the intensity of it twisting her body into harsh angles. She couldn't hold herself up, her feet dangling above the floor as I pounded her through it.

When she gasped for breath, I released her, leaving her draped over the counter with her pussy throbbing. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move save for the scratching of her nails on the marble.

I turned her around, urging her in a back bend before I dropped down to bury my face between her thighs. She screamed when I devoured her, crying out so loud that the walls rattled around us. I urged her legs over my shoulders, my nails digging into her ass as my mouth and tongue controlled her entire existence. She grabbed a handful of my hair, bucking against me until the deep, rolling orgasm seemed to split her in two.

She closed her eyes, stealing her breath as a sheen of sweat coated her skin.

It felt like minutes, so long yet not long enough, before the trickling bliss rescinded its hold on her. Nora covered her face with the uprising of emotion that always followed her strongest releases. I wondered if it happened every time she fucked someone, or if it was something solely for me.

I withdrew from her then, my hands sliding up her body to catch her before she tumbled from the counter.

"Easy," I whispered against her ear as I lifted her like she weighed nothing. I cradled her head to my shoulder, then urged her legs around my waist when I hugged her. I pressed my lips to her neck when she hid her face against me.

I toted her over to the sofa, settling her in my lap while her body trembled. Nora's balance wavered, and she struggled to keep steady.

"Why do you make me cry?" She sniffled, keeping her face against my neck. "You always make me cry."

"Are you sad?" I asked, rubbing her back in soft circles. I popped the button on the side of her wrap-around skirt, and tugged it from her, leaving her in just her blouse to cover to the tops of her thighs.

"No." She sniffled and let out a slow breath. "I feel good."

"It's emotions and tensions leaving you," I said, doting on her when I brushed her hair from her face. "Have a sip of water, Nor." I held a small bottle to her, and she took a few little sips.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and the wave of familiar solace seemed to wrap around her. Her expression softened, her body became liquid in my arms, and she finally relaxed. She rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers stroking the side of my neck.