Chapter 1 #2
Electricity crackles in the air between us as our gazes grow hungry. We’re silent as her fingers explore. My breathing grows heavy, and I tighten my grip on her knee as her fingers toy lower, grazing my center.
“Another?” Manny points at our empty glasses.
Harlow doesn’t break our eye contact. She smiles wryly and says, “No, we’re ready to cash out.”
Harlow doesn’t live far. I offer to drive them the couple blocks, so I have my car with me. Daisy prances up the narrow driveway and disappears inside in search of her water bowl.
“She really is so cute,” I say as we watch her go from the entryway.
“She’s the perfect dog.”
I lean into Harlow’s space, and her hand comes up to rest on my hip. I drop my voice suggestively. “But I’m more interested in her mom.”
Harlow smirks. “Oh, are you?”
I bite my lip and nod. Harlow doesn’t hesitate. She cups my face and pulls me into a kiss—it’s hot and heavy, and I match her intensity. Her soft lips are full of confident demand. I fist the front of her hoodie and deepen the kiss. We feel each other out as we push and pull for control.
The second I opened her SapphicSingles profile, I guessed that Harlow likes to lead. And, by the way she possessively clutches my face, I realize she likes to assert said dominance early and decisively.
As much as I like it, I’m not going to make it easy for her.
Harlow’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth before she bites down on my bottom lip. I moan, my knees go weak, and Harlow lets my lip go with a wolfish grin. She holds my weight as I lean into her warm, solid body.
“You have entirely too many clothes on,” she says, while fingering the collar of my winter jacket.
“Then take them off me.”
“With pleasure.” Harlow rips my jacket off my shoulder and sucks on my neck.
I groan and help her strip me of my top layer.
She swivels us around and starts guiding me backward while yanking at the hem of my sweater.
She pulls back from kissing my jaw to tug the material over my head and tosses it over her shoulder.
“You are so fucking hot,” I say breathlessly. My socks hit the carpet as she guides me into her bedroom.
Harlow’s warm mouth is all over me, setting my skin ablaze.
My hands are restless, from fisting her sweatshirt to running my palms up her chest to clutching the back of her neck as she bends to kiss lower down my body.
She’s about a foot taller than me and has to crouch awkwardly as she licks and kisses down my throat and cups my breast through my pink lace bra.
She pinches my nipple, and it hardens immediately.
I squeeze her ass through her sweatpants. She reaches around and deftly unhooks my bra with one hand. It hits the floor, and she steps back to drink me in. Her pupils are blown, and I tilt my chest up under her appreciative gaze.
“You have amazing tits,” she says and reaches up to cup them.
I arch back, presenting my chest further into her delicious touch. “I know.”
Harlow’s eyes flick up to mine. She tilts her head, softly shaking it, and smirks. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
I tug her toward me and whisper against the crown of her ear. “You have no idea how much trouble I can be.” Then I suck her earlobe into my mouth, bite on it hard enough that her grip on me tightens. Her nails dig into the soft flesh of my waist.
Harlow makes a sound—was that a growl?—and pulls back to face me. “Are you familiar with stoplight safe words?”
I smile. “Green for an enthusiastic yes. Yellow for proceed with caution. Red for everything stops.”
“Good.” Her voice is husky. “Take your pants off.”
I don’t break eye contact as I deftly pop open the button, then slowly unzip my jeans. I take two steps back and take my time lowering them, never dropping her gaze as I deliberately tease her while following her instruction.
Harlow inhales sharply. I wasn’t sure if I’d find someone to hook up with tonight, but I was hopeful and came prepared. And that includes wearing pink cheeky lace underwear that’s more lingerie than anything else.
“Sit on the bed,” she says.
I turn to give her a good view of my ass as I bend over and crawl up her mattress.
Her comforter is plain but soft. A dark gray with only four white pillows.
I flip over and lie back against the black headboard and part my legs just enough to give her a view of the wet spot at the center of my panties.
“I said to sit, not lay down.”
I shrug. “This is more comfortable.”
Harlow snorts, seeing right through me, and I grin in challenge.
She prowls to the edge of the mattress. I lick my lips, waiting to see how she’ll respond, when she roughly grabs me by the ankles and wrenches me forward.
With a yelp, I find myself in a seated position, my legs hanging over the side of the bed with Harlow’s heated body pressed firmly between my thighs.
“Color?” she asks.
“Green,” I pant.
Harlow smirks. “You’re definitely trouble.” She tilts my chin up with one finger and pulls me into another searing kiss that floods molten lava to my core. I clutch her by the hips and try to scoot forward, seeking friction. But she eases her body backward, and I whimper.
“Look at you. So fucking needy,” Harlow says and caresses my lip with the pad of her thumb. “You look so pretty when your body is begging to be touched.”
Her dirty words make my clit twitch. I ache for the lost warmth of Harlow’s body between my legs.
“Please.” My fingers slip underneath the bottom of her hoodie and trace over the soft, bare skin of her stomach. Harlow shivers, then grabs my wrists.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
I shake my head as my body floods with warmth at the sexy, sharp tone of her voice. She sets my hands on the mattress. “That’s your one warning. Next time you touch me without permission, I’m tying them to the headboard.”
I swallow.
“Color,” she asks.
“Fucking green.”
Harlow smiles wryly. Then she drops to her knees.
I let out a little gasp at the sight of this gorgeous woman on her knees between my legs with eyes full of unfiltered, hungry desire. I’m dripping wet, my nipples tightening, and my thighs shaking in anticipation.
Touch me. Oh, my fucking god. Please. Touch me.
She rests her hands on my knees and slides them up and across my legs at an agonizingly slow pace.
I moan and drop my head back. Her fingers dip to my lower thighs.
I fist her comforter and tilt my hips toward her.
Her touch is featherlight as she uses just the tips to move up and down my inner thigh before tracing the outline of my underwear.
My legs tremble, and I curse. She’s such a fucking tease.
Harlow sneaks her fingertip under the band of my underwear, and I whine, my body jolting forward.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” she groans. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Fucking do it then,” I snap. “Please,” I add belatedly. My pussy pulsing almost painfully, if she teases me for one second longer, I’m going to explode.
“You think you can talk like that and still get what you want?” Harlow tsks disapprovingly. “Only good girls get rewarded. Brats get punished.”
Harlow stands and dammit! My thighs squeeze shut around my hand. Her words, the threat—the promise of them—have me so fucking turned on, my clit is throbbing, and I can’t take it. I press my fingers against the aching bundle of nerves.
Harlow wraps her fingers around my forearm. “Hands up.”
“Huh?” I ask, half delirious.
“Put. Your. Hands. Above your head.”
Jaw clenched, I reluctantly remove my hand from between my thighs and raise them both above my head. My chest rises and falls with my ragged breaths. I spread my legs and wiggle my hips forward.
“How do you feel about toys?” she asks.
“Love them.” As long as she fucks me right now, she can do it any way she pleases.
“Thought you’d say that. Give me one second.”
I groan impatiently as she disappears into the bathroom. Not able to stand it a moment longer, I touch myself. Not enough to get myself off, but to ease the painful need for friction.
“Couldn’t even wait two minutes?” Harlow tsks disapprovingly. Her hoodie is gone. And an electric pulse flashes through me at the sight of her full chest in her navy sports bra, the swell of her breasts spilling out the top.
“I told you to put your hands above your head.” She stalks toward me. “You don’t follow directions very well, do you?”
I lick my lips and shrug one shoulder. “When I feel like it.”
Her expression narrows, and I’m surprised by how much it turns me on.
“What’re you going to do about it?” I say.
She responds by stepping out of her sweatpants, and my shocked gasp ends in a needy, desperate whine. Harlow’s wearing a two-strap harness with a thick, matte purple dildo protruding from the front. She looks so damn confident and hot in it, my mouth goes dry.
I scoot back on the mattress, allowing her room to climb on, but she doesn’t take the invitation.
My core is a blazing inferno, and I know I can’t handle any more teasing.
Maybe if it hadn’t been so long since I last got laid or if Harlow wasn’t so fucking attractive, but I’m two seconds away from saying “Fuck it” and taking care of things myself.
“You sure you know how to handle all that?” I goad, hoping the challenge will get the toy inside me sooner.
My words find their mark. She prowls forward, closing the distance between us, and I could faint with relief. I settle back against the pillows, bracing myself when she says, “Nah uh.” She beckons me forward with one finger.
Confused, I sit up then gasp when she clutches me hard by the back of my head with a fistful of hair.
My panties are soaked.
“You talk a lot of shit, you know that?” Harlow asks, her grip rough on my hair. It’s a painful pleasure that sets my skin on fire with need.
My tongue’s heavy in my mouth. I nod once.
“Let’s put that pretty little mouth of yours to better use.”