Never Busy For You

Seth has Chanel backed against the kitchen counter, hands braced on either side of her hips so she can’t slide away. Their bodies touch. Heat pulses through his slacks. "I want you here," he says, voice low and tight. "Not just weekends. Every morning, every night." She tilts her chin. Her lips brush his ear. "You’re gone ten hours a day, Seth. You call that readiness?" He reaches under her skirt, pulls her panties aside, finds her already wet. One finger slides inside. Slow. Deliberate. She sucks in a breath, bites it off. He curls the finger, hits the spot that makes her knees buckle. "Feel that? I’m here. Right now. Not going anywhere." She grips his wrist but doesn’t push him away. Her other hand palms the hard line of his cock through the fabric. She squeezes. He hisses. In one motion he lifts her onto the counter, spreads her thighs, drops to his knees. Tongue meets clit—quick, greedy licks that drag her moans out of her. She clamps her legs around his head, heels digging into his shoulders. His hands hold her open, thumbs pressing just inside her. Every stroke pushes deeper, lapping at the heat that drips onto his chin. She arches. "Fuck—Seth." He doesn’t answer with words, just drives two fingers inside her cunt, pumps them in rhythm with his tongue until she comes, sharp and sudden, her thighs shaking. He stands fast, shoves his pants down, frees his cock, thick and flushed. He drags the head along her slick folds once, twice, then drives in to the root. She claws at his back, nails drawing red lines. He fucks her hard—each thrust knocks a picture off the wall. Wood frames clatter. Neither cares. "Move in," he growls, snapping his hips. "Say yes." Her answer is a bitten-off cry as she tightens around him again. Her heels lock behind his ass, pulling him deeper. The slap of skin echoes off tile. Sweat slides down his spine. She gasps his name when he grinds against her clit, grinding circles until another climax rips through her. He doesn’t stop. Not until his rhythm stutters, cock pulsing, filling her in hot, deep spurts. He stays inside her while both their breathing evens out. His forehead drops to hers. "I’m ready," he says. She smirks, kisses the corner of his mouth, still trembling around him. "We’ll see."