I should have objected. Should have insisted on protection. Should have maintained at least that one boundary.

"I don't object," I heard myself say.

He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, and we both groaned at the sensation. Bare skin on skin, nothing between us, and it felt impossibly more intense than it had with a condom.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, starting to move. "So wet. So tight. So perfect."

He fucked me on that counter with deep, powerful strokes, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. When he hooked my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle, I felt him so deep I...