Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
K atrina
The orgasm built slowly, but to Harbor’s credit, he didn’t rush me. He didn’t instruct me to come as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, or stop his attention to my clit as he ravished me with his hands and mouth.
No, he was dedicated, and his dedication showed.
Each stroke of his calloused fingers inside my tender flesh, or flick of his tongue, the buff of his beard. All of it combined into the kind of orgasm I’d only dreamed about. It built as heat deep inside my core, flaring through my stomach, then up and down my spine until every part of my body, even my scalp, tingled and begged and chanted his name. Harbor. Harbor. Harbor.
His fingers curled deep inside me again, and that was the moment I broke. Spasms of white hot pleasure rippled through me, marking me as forever changed. For whatever reason Harbor Stryke had come into my life, he filled a part that had always been missing.
And I wanted more. More of him, of this night, of this feeling of being made of electricity, overwhelmed and sated all at once.
He rose from between my legs, his thick cock swollen and erect.
I couldn’t help it. I licked my lips.
“See something you like?’ He smiled in an endearing, lopsided way and stretched his body across mine, covering me. I ran my hands over his bare chest, relishing the geometry of his muscles overlain with scars. He flinched as my fingers trailed along the stellate rise over his flank. “The scars shouldn’t be this bad,” he said softly. “I keloid. It’s why they look like this.”
“I’ve heard of keloids before.” I shifted my touch lower, trailing along his stomach, feeling the way his lower abs tightened. His cock tapped against my leg. “Maybe you need them. To remind you.” I wanted to know every story, every order. No man could be that bad if he had made me come like a tsunami.
He cupped my chin in his palm, gentle but firm. “I only want to remember you.” The sincerity in his touch reignited all the desire that had ebbed in the wake of my orgasm.
“I’ll never forget you.” I shifted our position, flipping him onto his back with my legs astride his stomach. “I’ll never forget the way you make me feel.” I kissed his chest, digging my nails into the muscle, and his cock swelled against my ass. “But I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come as hard as you made me.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He pawed at the bed sheets and found the condom in its wrapper. I took it from him, and sheathed him quickly. Not that I was an expert, but Harbor’s cock had girth. Like it promised that this would be exactly as good as I imagined.
“Maybe not.” I slid over his erection, wetting it with my arousal. “Maybe I don’t deserve you either. But we both deserve to take pleasure where we can.” Sinking onto his cock, I sighed as I stretched around him. Fuck. Yes. “Baby, you are going to make me come all over again.”
He groaned as he bottomed out inside me. Then, with a sudden motion that left me breathless, he sat upright, pushing his cock deeper, and wrapping his arms around my back. “That’s the plan. Again and again and again.”
Hells to the yes. It took us a moment to find our rhythm, but the way he filled me did things to my body I hadn’t known were possible. While he let me grind over him, working him the way I liked, he bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth. Rainbows flashed across my vision.
I lost track of what happened after that. It could have lasted ten hours or ten minutes. Either way, when I exploded this time, he came right along with me, clenching and biting and gasping for air. Who needed air when there was sex like this? I’d gladly give up oxygen for several more episodes of this. Of him.
Harbor , my body sang as he withdrew from me and disposed of the condom. Harbor , it whispered as he brought a warm washcloth to clean me, his movements as gentle as if he were restoring a famous painting. Harbor, it begged as we drifted off to sleep, my head nestled against his broad chest.