Shana turned and braced her hands on the kitchen table. She felt the velvety heat of Hayden’s c**k brush against her cleft. She was beyond desperate, soaked with want for him. She heard the sound of foil tearing. Her anticipation climbed. She pressed back into his hips, soft pants and gasps breaking from her throat. He slid his knee between her thighs, pushing them apart. He stroked into her folds, roughly delving inside her channel. It wasn’t enough, only drove the need to have him fill her higher.
“Not enough…”
Her words came out between ragged breaths as she arched back into him.
“I need…”
“This.” He bit out as he surged inside of her, sinking in to the hilt. She cried out, almost sobbing in relief. One of his hands gripped her hip as he began to thrust in and out of her. The other
