My dress fell away the instant he lifted me off the sofa, my legs instinctively clinging fiercely around his hips. Heat and desire pooled between us, slick and urgent, dripping onto the floor as our lips collided in a fierce, desperate kiss. He was still buried deep inside me, even after he'd finished inside me.
I had no idea how he managed to carry us toward the bathroom, my mouth never leaving his, but somehow he did. I only registered where we were, when he pulled out of me and spun me to face the cold sink.
My hands gripped the edge, grounding me, as he slammed his hips against me again and again. Raw and insistent. One hand twisted pulling my hair back, the other cupping my breast, forcing me to meet his own hungry gaze in the mirror.
