She tried to keep her eyes open, but it felt far too good when he nibbled at her skin right where he knew she most enjoyed it, so she let herself relax, her head rolling to the side to give him better access to her neck. With each breath in, though, she would open her eyes to catch a glimpse of him before letting them close once more.

They were moving fast but she was ready for him when he slowly pushed inside, ever gentle and caring. Digging her nails into the counter at either side of the sink, she held back a moan, not wanting to be loud enough to draw attention to them so that they got caught. She could be loud for him later, when they were on their own with nobody else around.

Leaning forward to adjust the angle, her breath hitched slightly and it took a moment before she could open her eyes again to meet his in the mirror. “Hard and fast,” she whispered, bracing herself.