Any concept of mistaken action on his part evaporated as she responded--not just slightly, either, but enthusiastically, wholly. Her body greeted his like she'd been longing for his touch, and the noises she made alone were enough to drive him entirely past reason. His fingers curled and pushed up inside her, pumping in to the knuckle once, twice, three times. He thrust in again and held it, curling his fingers inside her, breaking the kiss to look her in the eye as he worked to please her.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he gasped under his breath. He slid his hand clear and seized the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and away, throwing it aside carelessly so he could all the more quickly discard his own. "Cassie," he breathed as he returned to her, kissing her briefly, breaking with a tug of his teeth at her lip. He grasped her hips and lifted her up onto the countertop, just onto the edge, his hand again sliding up her thigh to guide his fingers inside her. He thrust deeply, fingers curling as he pumped his arm. His mouth pressed over hers again before trailing down, along her throat and shoulder, kissing and sucking and nipping at her soft flesh. He went all the way to her breast, his off hand raising to cup and knead the soft flesh. He wrapped his lips around her stiff nipple, sucking tightly and moaning against the hardened bud as he pushed his fingers into her as deep as they could go, curling them against her front wall once again.