Page 87 of Daddies on Ice

She arches into my touch, trembling beneath my hands.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice hoarse. I need to hear her say it.

“Yes,” she says without hesitation, her hands already working at my shirt buttons. “I want you, Carl.”

Her confession breaks the last of my restraint.

Together we work to remove our clothes, hands desperate and urgent.

When she’s finally bare before me, I take a moment just to look at her. She’s breathtaking.

I lift her back onto the counter, positioning myself between her thighs. The feeling of her bare skin against mine is overwhelming.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur against her lips, and she nods eagerly.

I kiss my way down her body, paying special attention to her breasts, her ribs, the soft skin of her belly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up at her, meeting her dark eyes.

“Beautiful,” I whisper, before lowering my head to taste her.

She’s sweet and musky, and I groan against her as I explore her with my tongue. She gasps, her hands fisting in my hair, holding me to her as I work her with my mouth.

“Oh god, Carl,” she moans, her hips bucking against my mouth. I continue until she’s trembling on the edge.

“Come for me, Trisha,” I command against her, and she does, crying out my name as she falls apart beneath my tongue.

When she’s recovered, her eyes are dark with renewed desire. “I need you inside me,” she says, her voice husky.

I stand, positioning myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready for me, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.

I push into her slowly, watching her face.

She’s tight, so tight, and the feeling of her surrounding me is almost too much. When I’m fully seated inside her, we both pause, breathing heavily.

I start to move, slowly at first, then faster as she meets my rhythm.

Soon we’re moving together in perfect synchronization, the kitchen filling with the sounds of our lovemaking.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Just like that, Carl. Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I can feel my climax building, but I want her to come with me.

I reach between us, finding her most sensitive spot with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts.

“Come with me, Trisha,” I growl, my thrusts becoming erratic.

“Carl!” she screams, her body convulsing around me as she comes. The feeling of her climaxing around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow her with a hoarse shout.

We stay locked together for long moments, both breathing heavily. Finally, I pull back to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“That was…” I start, but words fail me.

“Perfect,” she finishes, her eyes soft and satisfied.

I help her down from the counter, both of us still unsteady as we help each other dress.