It was almost ridiculous, how quickly I came after he'd granted his permission. My body had been trained, not only by his hands and his cock, but the sound of his voice, and the promise of more.

I made a mess of his hand, my own wheeze of laughter swallowed up by a strangled moan as I shuddered against him, bent double over the counter and rutting back shamelessly onto his cock.

"Fuck. Fuck," I breathed, knees nearly buckling as I slumped against the counter, trembling in the aftermath.