Chapter 15
Harrison
“I want you.”
Oh, thank fuck.
Grabbing Harlow by the back of her neck, I pull her to me and plant my mouth over hers. The desire to taste this woman everywhere has gone from want to need. I bend down, placing my large palm under her ass, lifting her up as I’d done before. Her legs quickly straddle my hips as we continue kissing under the light of the moon. Hell, if I didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of sand stuck to places it doesn’t belong, I’d strip her down right here.
The laughs tumble from one mouth into the other as we attempt to continue our make-out session as I walk us back through the sand. I’m so damn hard. Every time her hold around my neck loosens and her pelvis drops low against mine, I have to fight not growling at the feel of her. Shit, if she feels this good with layers of clothes between us, I might not withstand the sensation of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around me.
As we approach my deck, I admit I’m so revved up the wheels are starting to come off. It could be I haven’t slept with anyone in months. It could be I’ve fantasized about this woman since the day I first laid eyes on her. But it could also be I’ve never felt this type of chemistry with anyone, physical or otherwise.
The need to touch her everywhere becomes overwhelming. I place her down on the ground at the base of the wooden deck stairs and pull my sling off. In one swift movement, I pull my cast back as far as I can and thrust it repeatedly against the edge of the deck.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Oh, my god. What are you doing? Stop, you maniac!” Harlow yells.
“I need it off!”
“What? Why? What’s wrong with you?”
Trying to cup her face, my free hand on one side, the other trapped within the cast on the other, I implore her. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I need to be able to touch you.”
Her face morphs from horror to adoration as she skims her fingertips over my jaw. “Shhh. Harrison, I’ll take care of it. Leave the cast be.” She places tender kisses on the pads of the fingers, trapped within the fiberglass.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I gently roll it from side to side. I’ve got to get myself under control. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like this in my life. It’s making me come unglued.
Suddenly, Harlow bites down on her lower lip, pulls her flowy skirt up to her waist and flashes me with her flesh-colored panties. There are layers of mesh and silk. I’m about to come in my pants just looking at her. She lowers her dress and looks up at me tenderly. “They’re all for you, baby.”
Fucking hell.
“I need to get you in the house before I pull your panties down right here on this deck and fuck you until you can’t sit.”
“That sure of your skills, huh?” she teases.
“No, that sure your ass will be full of splinters by the time I’m done with you.”
She bursts out laughing, and I bury my face in her neck.
“I’d carry you in there, but I’m trying to conserve energy.” I chuckle.
“Lead the way, handsome.” She grabs my hand, and I pull her up the deck stairs to the sliding glass door. Her eyes remain wide as we walk through the den to the hallway that splits off to my master bedroom.
Locking the door and setting the alarm, I stand a little taller, watching her take in my place in rapt fascination. Her head turns every few steps to drink in a little more. It’s more impressive if the lights are on, but there’s enough of a glow from the moon through the glass doors to illuminate the space. I designed this home years ago. It was my first big purchase after Hightower Construction started making a decent profit. I was thrilled to be able to build it on waterfront property, knowing how much Mom would enjoy it. There are several guest rooms on the second floor, but Mom and I are down here on the main level where I can ensure she’s safe.
We reach my bedroom, and I pull her in behind me, flicking on the lights as I close and lock the door. I waste no time dropping to my knees. “I need to see those panties again, Harlow.” Hell, I’m practically drooling.
She slowly lifts her skirt. She’s toying with me, and we both know it. That’s okay. I’ll make her pay for teasing me. As the hem reaches her navel, I dive in.
I take a deep inhale and groan before running my nose over her soaked panties.
“Oh, god,” she moans.
I lick the thin, damp silk separating her pussy from my lips, taunting her as she writhes against me. Her body’s begging for more. I’m going to be dreaming of this fucking moment for the rest of my life.
“Take them off,” she begs.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’ll take them off when I’m good and ready.”
She groans impatiently.
“You know these are mine now.”
“You can have them,” she pants. “Take them.”
“So bossy.” Lick . “You’d think you wanted me to…” Lick . “Bury my tongue in your…” Lick .
“Oh, please.” Harlow wriggles, trying to get her wet, hungry pussy close enough to my mouth to give her the friction she’s yearning for.
Reaching up, I carefully pull her panties to the side to reveal her pink, swollen flesh and moan into her as I place my mouth over her clit. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.
Her hands dig into my scalp as her hips buck against me.
“You’re so wet, baby. Is all of this for me?” I don’t let her answer before sliding a finger inside her and giving her clit repeated flicks of my tongue. The delicious sounds she’s making are euphoric, urging me on. I remove my finger, covered in her arousal, and run circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves as I tease her opening with my tongue. I can’t spread her wide enough to push my tongue into her with only one hand. If only she’d let me break this damn cast off.
Harlow’s grip clamps down firmly in my hair as her body shakes. “Oh god, please.”
I continue to devour her warm, wet center, the soft material of her panties teasing my cheek. I’m going to be dreaming of the taste and smell of her for days after she’s gone. Lick. Suck.
“Harrison,” she whimpers into the air above me as her body convulses against my mouth.
This woman is perfection. Utter perfection.
I stand to my full height and take her in. Her eyes are glassy, her skin flushed. Bending slightly, I place my mouth on the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in that sweet heat. Feel you coming all over me.”
Taking a step back, I motion for her to follow me to the bed. “I might need some help.”
“With what?”
“I’m a little too aroused. I’m afraid if you don’t help me out of my clothes, there are going to be buttons flying all over this room in a minute.”
She giggles as she comes closer, reaching for my shirt. This may have been a mistake, because she’s taking her time with each button, biting down on that plump lower lip. My erection is straining against my pants, my balls aching from the pressure that’s built up since the restaurant.
“Fuck it,” I say, grabbing one side of my shirt and pulling it hard enough for the remaining buttons to ting against the various surfaces they strike.
“In a hurry?” she mocks.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. My balls are literally the size of Texas right now.”
Harlow laughs, dropping to her knees as she glides the metal teeth of my zipper down with the same annoyingly slow pace as the buttons of my shirt.
My head falls back. “You are killing me, woman.”
I feel her hand cup my dick before gliding between my legs, stroking my balls. When I look back down at her, she trails her tongue over her lower lip before flicking her eyes back up to mine. This little tease knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You keep doing that, and I’m never going to make it inside you.”
This has her hastening her steps. She grabs a hold of my pants and boxer briefs and pulls them down until my heavy cock springs free, and she freezes.
“You like?”
Her eyes dart back up to mine, her expression hard to read. “Harrison. You’re… you’re…”
“Yes?”
She opens her mouth to answer me, but instead swirls her pretty pink tongue around my crown, causing me to hiss. “Mouthwatering.”
I’ve never been prouder of my DNA. “Baby, I’m not kidding. You need to stop or I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
She quirks a brow at me, as if questioning why I wouldn’t want that.
“We’ll try that some other time. I need to be inside you, Harlow. Now.” I step away from her long enough to kick off my shoes and slide my pants the rest of the way down my legs. “On the edge of the bed, beautiful. Strip that pretty dress off and let me see you.”
She does as she’s told and the sight of her in matching bra and panties is almost as powerful as her talented tongue.
“Let me see your pretty tits, baby.” I wrap my free hand around the base of my cock, needing to ebb the ache throbbing there as her generous breasts bounce free. As if the sight of her in nothing but her drenched flesh-colored panties wasn’t enough, she dips her hand into them and arches her back. “You little tease. You’re going to get it so good.”
Stepping over to my bedside table, I open the drawer and pray I have condoms. I can’t even remember the last time I looked in here. “You might have to help me. I need a condom.”
“You might need two,” she mutters flatly. She could be right. I doubt once will be enough.
Handing her the foil packet, I watch as she eagerly tears it and places it on the head of my dick. I’m so fucking turned on I might come from this alone. Once she’s completed her task, Harlow stands from the edge of the bed to remove her panties. I’d love to take them off for her, slowly and deliberately, with my teeth. But I’m not sure I’d make it through that without tempting fate and shooting my load into this condom.
As I go to climb onto the bed, I glance down at the cast and growl. I’ll never get close enough to her with this damn thing in the way.
She must read my mind, because Harlow pats the bed beside her. “Lie down.”
I do as she asks, and watch as she leans over me, pulling my immobilized arm away from my body before straddling my hips. She torturously glides her wet, swollen pussy up and down my length before grabbing it at the base and sinking on to me in one swift motion.
We both still, my eyes rolling back in my head at the unimaginable feel of her around me. She’s so snug, warm and wet. She starts to undulate above me, and I nearly cry out, the sensation beyond anything I’ve ever felt. But still, something is missing.
“I need you down here, baby. Please. I need your skin on me.”
She rocks a few more times before lying down, her breasts pressed to my chest.
I glide my hand up and down her spine before resting it over her ass, dipping my finger down to where we’re joined. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Harlow wriggles on top of me, while simultaneously tracing her hands over my face, jaw, and down my sides. Holy hell, sex will never be the same after this girl. She’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
Pushing herself up, her hands on either side of my face, she dips her breasts so they hover just above my mouth. Lifting my head, I try to tease each nipple until she brings them closer, and I can latch on and suck. This causes her pussy to clamp down harder on my raging erection, and I groan into her soft, creamy flesh.
All of a sudden, she pushes herself back up, drops her hand to her mound, and teases her clit with her fingertips as she glides up and down on me. “That’s it. Play with that sweet pussy for me. Oh, once my hand is free, the things I’m going to do to you.” I groan.
She lets out a tormented sound, letting me know she’s close. I’ll never make it through another one of her orgasms without joining her.
“Harlow, I need… I…” I grab hold of her waist and turn, so she rolls with me onto the bed. We’re so in sync it’s as if she understands exactly what I want. Placing one leg over my shoulder, then the other, I push inside. I have to bend over her to place my hand beside her for leverage, and put more weight than I should on my cast, but I can’t take it any longer. My restraint is non-existent.
The bed starts to shake violently as I pound into her. Hard and fast, I thrust repeatedly, the feeling otherworldly. The sensation of her warm, wet body gripping my cock, my balls slapping her ass as I repetitively slam into her, is causing me to see stars.
“Harrison.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh god, Harrison.”
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. “Your body. You feel so fucking good,” I pant as I drive into her again and again. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Oh,” she cries out just as her nails dig deep into my ass. The sensation of her body milking mine pushes me over the edge.
Two more thrusts, and I still, pulsing inside her with my release. I’m breathless, all of the tension leaving my body as I empty every drop into her.
Collapsing beside her, I raise the arm in the cast over my head to stretch the muscles that were just pushed beyond their comfort zone. Looking over as Harlow’s chest rises and falls in step with mine, I find her flushed skin covered in the same sheen of sweat. Rolling to my side, I place tender kisses along her collarbone. I never want this feeling to end.
Knock, knock.
“Oh god, no.”