Chapter 9 Harlow
Chapter 9
Harlow
Holy shit holy shit holy shit ...
Focus, Harlow.
Oh my God.
Oh my God his mouth feels so good—how is he doing that?
What is he doing with his tongue?
Holy s-s-s-hit.
My hands grip the bedspread, legs spread while Andy has his mouth on me. He hums. Licks. Sucks. Does whatever he’s doing that is making my knees shake and legs quake and—
“Oh ... oh ...” I can barely get the words out, the tingling in my lower half racking me, but I’d rather have him inside me—it’s been so long! Not that I want my mind to drift, but I can’t remember the last time a guy has gone down on me, let alone had his dick in my vagina.
I moan, trying not to thrash my head on the pillow because that would be so cliché, but it’s impossible not to.
I toss my head.
Bite my bottom lip.
Moan again, desperate not to come but also on the verge.
Yes . . .
No.
Don’t come . . . make it last . . . tell him to slide inside you . . .
Don’t come, don’t do it ...
“Oh shit ...,” I curse, every part of my pussy and legs trembling. If Andy weren’t holding my legs apart, I swear they would be a wobbly mess.
I want him totally naked.
I want to see all of him, not just feel him on my body.
But when I nudge his shoulders, giving him a push, he shakes his head. As if he knows what I’m about and knows what I want, how I like it, but won’t give in to my pouting.
He’s determined to make me come, and he wants it to be in his mouth.
Ugh.
I thrash my head, frustrated.
It feels so good I’m on the verge of saying his name out loud—not shouting it—to let him know I appreciate it.
God, I appreciate him so much ...
If the lights were on in this room, I would watch him in action—the sight of a man’s head between my legs is always so hypnotic. Instead, I picture what it might look like. The dark hair. His nose pressed against my core.
Mmm.
Ohhh!
Oh . . .
I bask in the orgasm, giving in to the pleasure.
“That was my proper goodbye since I won’t be seeing you later today.”
Andy kisses me on the temple, brushing the hair off my face while his other hand goes to my back and rests there.
That was my proper goodbye since I won’t be seeing you later today. Translation: he won’t be seeing me later—possibly not ever.
That definitely sucks.
I like him a lot, but the reality of the situation is we live in two different cities, and currently, I’m not in a position where I can afford to do long distance—I also don’t have the time to do a relationship long distance. There is no realistic way I can pay to fly across the country to see him in Seattle. Those flights are crazy expensive, and I just started my own business, so every penny counts.
Yes, I googled flights after our day date—out of curiosity.
Settling my head on his broad chest, my hand caresses up and down the length of his arm. He is so solid and muscular; his skin is so warm.
I could get used to this, absolutely I could.
“So what you’re saying is, the orgasms you give are the gift that keeps on giving, and they’re your last parting gift?”
I feel him chuckle, the sound rumbling beneath my ear. “Something like that.”
“Do you know what would be leaving me with a proper goodbye? Actually fucking me before you leave.” My finger traces the contour of his chest, fingernail gently trailing over his nipple.
Shocked that those words slipped out of my mouth, I go ahead and blame it on my tired, sex-starvation-induced haze. I never talk like this, but guess what? I’m not embarrassed. I’m going to own it—and judging by Andy’s shocked expression, I don’t regret it.
His eyes fill with something recognizable: desire.
Hunger.
Lust.
Choose a word, they all apply.
“I hope you don’t mind me being blunt, but time is of the essence.” I can’t help pointing out the fact. He’s leaving, I’m leaving—no time like the present.
“You’re bold,” he growls, hand stroking my back, tracing my spine in the most delicious way. “I like it. I like it a whole lot.”
Andy gives me a gentle nudge, moving me off him and onto my back. He hovers over me, his lips immediately seeking the heat of my mouth, tongue hot and wet and possessive.
“If the lady requests that I fuck her, who am I to deny her?”
A hum escapes Andy’s throat as he kisses along my collarbone to the center of my sternum, which I just discovered is a highly sensitive spot on my body. My breasts (obviously), neck, and inner thighs. Caress any of those places and I’m putty in his very large, very capable, masculine hands.
I skim my hands down the front of his chest when he moves over me, centering himself over my body, cock stiffly pressing against my vagina through his sweatpants. My palms press into his stomach, feeling his hard abs, lavishing in how they feel, having never felt a six-pack before.
No. Not a six-pack.
An eight-pack.
Andy is rock hard.
“You have the hardest abs I’ve ever felt.” I imagine they’re magazine worthy. I cannot stop touching them, the soft hair down the center of his stomach only making it more pleasurable to caress his body.
“Is that a compliment?” He dips his pelvis so he’s nestled snuggly between my thighs, and I swear, it makes my mouth water.
“Yes, it’s a compliment.” I’m unable to keep the breathy tone out of my voice. “You’re in way better shape than I am.” Which makes me grateful for the dark room we’re in and the lack of light because I haven’t worked out in months. Like, tons of months.
Ish.
“You must work out a lot.” I roll my eyes as soon as the clichéd words pop out; this small talk is anything but sexy when we should both be completely naked at this point.
Andy laughs. Leans down to kiss me on the mouth as if he can feel the nerves about to erupt, kissing me to quell them.
“I do work out a lot.”
Lots of free time.
“But this is my favorite workout routine.”