Chapter 11 #2
“You always know what my body needs—how to work me up until I’m shaking with want and begging for you to fuck me.” I flip my hair over one shoulder and lean forward to whisper into her ear. “I want to hear you beg, Harlow.”
She groans, her eyes squeezing shut. I kiss her. Hot and hungry and full of want. I wrap my fingers around her throat and pull back. Harlow tries to lean forward to recapture my lips, but I tighten my hold on her throat, keeping her in place.
“I thought about all the things I could do. I could … tease you. I could … edge you. I could make this last for hours, but none of that is good enough. None of that is the delicious torture you deserve.”
“Lily,” she whimpers.
“No,” I say and push against her chest until I’m sitting upright.
I dance my fingers down her body and up onto my legs.
I slowly trail them up my thighs. My fingers slide to the narrow space between Harlow’s stomach and my center.
“I’m going to touch myself. And you can’t do a damn thing but lay there and watch. ”
Harlow thrashes against the restraints. “Lily,” she growls.
Warmth pools between my thighs, and I whisper to myself, “I knew that would do it.”
“Lily—fuck. Lily!”
My thighs clench as one hand moves up to pinch and tease my nipple.
My other hand is busy, slowly circling my clit.
Eyelids fluttering shut, my chest rapidly rises and falls as my orgasm builds inside me.
Harlow is bucking under me. The hungry sounds falling from her lips as she attempts to free herself from the restraints are going to make me come.
Night after lonely night in my apartment on the other side of the country, I let my mind wander while my fingers would play between my thighs. Yet there’s not a single fantasy that is better than the reality of Harlow writhing beneath me.
“Lily.”
“Harlow,” I pant.
Her legs kick out. She looks up at me, pupils blown wide, with so much hunger and longing. It—she—makes me feel powerful, desired.
Wanted.
It fills me with warmth. I’m breathless. Staring into her eyes, I rub tighter circles on my clit and moan louder, desperate.
“Okay. Please,” she begs. “Untie me.”
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that.”
“Fuck!” Harlow snarls.
I sit up on trembling legs and make sure she’s watching as I sink two fingers inside my pussy. Harlow’s eyes darken, and she goes feral. White-knuckling the rope, she yanks and jerks against the binds.
Smirking, I tease, “Shouldn’t have invested in such quality restraints.”
“Your bratty-ass is going to be punished for this,” Harlow promises.
“I’m counting on it.” I pull my fingers out and offer them to her. She greedily takes them into her mouth, accidentally nipping me a little too hard, and I yelp. She winks, and I realize it was no accident. Lifting one eyebrow in challenge, I say, “Remember who’s in control.”
Harlow grins, my fingers between her teeth. Slowly, she sucks and swirls every last drop of arousal from my skin and guides my fingers out. She licks her lips and says, “I know who’s in control. Now sit on my fucking face.”
My mouth falls open at the delicious bite of authority in her command. That’s a voice you don’t dare defy. Obediently, I crawl up her body and lower myself carefully until my quivering thighs are settled around her head.
“That’s a good girl,” Harlow purrs, and I whimper.
She nips at my clit once before ravishing my center. I mewl at the small bite of pain mixed in with the overwhelming pleasure. I fist the headboard to keep my balance as I throw my head back and let her rip moan after moan from my throat.
By the sounds coming from her tongue working me, I know I’m drenched. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Then my abdomen tightens as the wave comes rushing in.
My thighs squeeze around her head. I barely have time to prepare before my orgasm rocks through me and I come screaming her name.
My body convulses as I push myself to the side so I don’t rest heavy on her face and suffocate her.
My body twitches as the orgasm pulses across my skin.
“God. Damn,” I splutter once I’ve finally regained my breath.
“Take your time,” Harlow says softly.
And I do. It’s another couple minutes until I can wobbly push myself up to free Harlow from her restraints. The second they’re off, she pops up and flips us so I’m pinned beneath her. My shocked squeal turns to a breathless giggle.
“Are you proud of yourself?” Harlow asks, the corner of her mouth ticked up into a grin, so I know she’s only teasing me.
I smile, not yet having the energy to come up with a fun taunt.
“You looked so sexy like that,” she says. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lily.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
She bends forward to kiss me, and it’s slow and lazy.
Her hair falls around us like a curtain blocking out the dark room until she’s all I can see.
As my breathing calms to a steady rhythm and my legs stop shaking, Harlow eases her long, graceful fingers down my body.
My legs spread for her. Harlow traces one finger through my warm, slick center and we both groan.
“I could do this all night,” she murmurs.
I curl my arms around her neck, pulling her face closer to mine. She teases my entrance, slipping in only to pull out a moment later.
“Harlow.”
She presses her lips to mine. We take our time kissing, enjoying the feel of one another. We’re both smiling when we break apart. Our faces are still so close, our noses touching, as she slowly pumps a single finger inside me.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I hesitate. My face is a silent question, Are you sure?
Sex isn’t normally like this for us. It’s hot and passionate, not slow and sensual.
“Yes,” she says against my lips. “Please touch me, baby.”
It’s that soft, pleading tone that is so unexpectedly vulnerable that has my hand between her thighs in an instant.
My fingers find her clit, and she inhales sharply.
Neither one of us moves fast enough or applies enough pressure to make the other come.
Instead, our touches are soft and lingering as we stare into one another’s eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” she says.
“You’re gorgeous.”
She adds a second finger and curls them inside me. I arch my body up while my fingers apply deeper pressure to her clit.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp.
“Never,” she promises and angles her arm so she can thrust deeper. We gradually increase the intensity. We’re both moaning, our gazes never leaving each other until I’m filled with the need to kiss her. My free hand is in Harlow’s hair, and she wraps her arm around my back.
Harlow tenses. My walls close around her fingers, my abdomen tightening.
Our pleasure takes over, we can no longer focus on kissing, our mouths hovering over one another’s as we come together with silent screams. My orgasm is a tidal wave that crashes over me. Her legs lock up as my legs squeeze her hips in a punishing hold.
And it’s then, as we’re breathless, our limbs so wrapped up in each other, I don’t know where I end and she begins, I realize I need to tell her what I’ve now known for months.
No one has ever made me feel so cherished, so adored, so safe. There is no other place I want to be than in her arms. There’s no other body I want to touch but hers. There’s no one’s fingers—no one’s mouth—I want on my skin but hers.
She’s the first person I want to talk to when I’ve had a shitty day.
She’s the one I want to go to when I have good news to celebrate.
She’s the person I want by my side when we explore new cities.
She’s my favorite ally in Settlers of Catan when we crush strangers online together.
She’s the only person who can get me to try the grossest-sounding popcorn seasonings and then begrudgingly admit they aren’t half bad.
She’s my first thought every morning and my last thought every night.
Harlow is the only person I want.
“I’m …” I hesitate, my throat seizing up with the sudden paralyzing fear that I’m reading this whole thing wrong. That she’s going to look at me with the same pitying expression I’ve given every woman who told me they caught feelings when all we ever agreed to was casual.
“Lily?” Harlow asks, her forehead lightly scrunched in concern. “What’s wrong?”
It’s looking into her soft hazel eyes, I get the courage to say something even if it’s not the thing. “I’m … I’m not seeing anyone else.”
“Your—?” Her eyebrows furrow for a moment before realization dawns. “Oh!” Her body, I didn’t realize, had tensed. She relaxes, and the corners of her mouth tilt up. “Yeah … I’m not either.”
“You’re not?” I say a little too loud.
She chuckles. “No. Just you. There’s only you, Lily.”
The words turn my insides gooey. Then a spark of panic hits. “Um. So. Full disclosure, I slept with someone back in January, but all it did was make me miss you, and I haven’t been with anyone else since.” The words spill out of me in a rush, and I can’t help but cringe. “Is that … okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” She strokes my arm reassuringly. “We were casual, I’d never hold that or any other hookups against you.”
“Okay.” I let out a relieved breath and grab her hand to intertwine our fingers. “Wait.” My grin spreads. “Does that mean you’re my girlfriend?”
“Not yet.” At my frown, she gives me a cheeky smile, then clears her throat. “Lily, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Oh, my god.” I giggle. “Of course I will.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, but I don’t care. She pulls me into a searing kiss, and we get lost in each other’s bodies over and over again.