Let Nathan have you on the counter
From Create Your Own Story
Your oversensitive, but the way he's grinding against you, you really can't say no. Laying back against the counter, you hook one leg around Nathan and grind back against him, causing him to groan and balance himself against the counter.
"Take me then, Nathan"
With your permission, he rids himself of his pants, and quickly frees his cock from his boxers. He pumps himself a few times for good measure and quickly lines himself up. In one fluid motion, he enters you, and the two of you share in a blissful moment, allowing yourself to moan eagerly. You clit feels on fire as he eases himself in inch by inch, thankfully taking it slowly. You're still recovering from your first orgasm, so it feels like your nerve's are twice as aware of the intrusion. It feels different, but not in the worst way.
"Oh god, Nathan" You whine, and Nathan answers by beginning to properly thrust into you. By the fifth minute, he's pounding into you, rocking your body back and forth against the counter. All you can do is shout your praise as he takes you to the hilt, breathing heavily over you as he works you to your second orgasm. His name leaves your lips constantly, your mind blank except for him and the feeling of him working himself, using you for his own release. He doesn't finish until your third orgasm, bringing tears to your eyes as he continues to pound into you. It felt so good but too much all at once.
He cums inside of you with a groan of his own, his thrusts stuttering, and your final orgasm washes over you as you feel him emptying himself. His cock pulsating and making you feel so full and hot. You stay like that for a minute, until he pulls out and packs himself away.
He coughs into his arm. "So … what was that all about?" He asks, looking you up and down while you sort yourself out, still weak from the afterglow.
"What? Aren't we aloud to have any fun?" You wink suggestively, standing up, unintentionally causing Nathan to back himself up and knock the pot over he was working on before he interrupted. He casts a mournful glance over the spillage, but decidedly gnores it for now.
