Chapter 11 #2
He switches back and forth, licking and sucking, nipping and pinching.
My pussy clenches emptily, and for the first time in my life, I’m desperate to be filled.
I want to know what it feels like to have Harrison buried deep inside me.
I rock against him, moaning at the friction of my wet folds against his clothed cock.
The juxtaposition of having him fully clothed while I’m naked is hotter than I could’ve imagined.
I’ve written it in books before, but the reality is so much better than my imagination.
All of this is better than my imagination.
In fact, I’m starting to realize how uninspired my imagination really is.
Especially when Harrison slowly starts kissing his way down my body and his tongue lashes out, licking my pussy.
My hips punch up without my permission at the first contact of his tongue on my clit. Then he’s working my sensitive nub with his tongue like it’s his new favorite toy while he holds me down so I can’t jerk away.
“Oh God, Harrison…” I moan.
“You’re so fucking responsive, angel.” He flicks his tongue against my clit again and I shudder. “Going to eat this hot little pussy until you cover my face in your honey.”
Ohmygod.
He licks and sucks my clit, finding exactly what I like, and then he does it over and over. Licking the side of my clit while sucking lightly. It’s absolutely maddening. Before long, I’m moaning and trying to wriggle away from the intense sensation.
“Ah ah ah. This is mine,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Fuuucckk…” I moan as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. He doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking. And licking. And licking until I’m completely mindless. My throat is rough from crying out, and my clit is so sensitive that I twitch with even the slightest touch.
“Delicious.”
I collapse back onto the couch, thoroughly satisfied, yet, strangely still hungry for more.
Harrison stands and quickly strips out of his clothes until he’s standing naked before me like a fucking god.
Jesus, he’s ripped. I’m surprised that he’s got tattoos.
I don’t have time to look him over nearly as much as I want because he’s crawling over my body, resting his hard length in the cradle of my thighs.
His lips press to mine, and I hungrily kiss him, tasting myself on him and not hating it. He pulls back and reaches between us to line his cock up with my entrance. I must make some kind of face because Harrison gives me a questioning look.
“Are you okay?”
I chew on my bottom lip wondering if I should tell him I’m a virgin.
I mean… it doesn’t change anything for me.
It’s going to be the same regardless of if he knows or not.
What if he doesn’t like the thought of devirginizing someone?
Will he stop? Will I miss this opportunity? Something that I want… badly.
“Uhm… I’m a… virgin. I should’ve told you that,” I say in a rush. I lift my hips, rubbing my wetness along his hard shaft, showing him that it doesn’t matter to me, that I want this. I want him.
“Shit,” he curses, giving me a pained look as he pulls away. He sits on the edge of the couch and scrubs his hands down his face. “I can’t,” he says, giving me a look that brokers no argument.
I’m shocked and hurt by the almost cold way he’s looking at me. I quickly stand and start to dress. I’ve got my shirt back over my head, and I’m looking for my panties when Harrison grasps me around the waist and tugs me down into his lap.
“That’s not what I mean. I want you, angel. I want you more than you can ever know.”
“Then why?” I say, realizing that I sound on the verge of tears.
I suck in a breath and push back my emotion, shutting it down before it gets out of control.
The last thing I want is to be the crying virgin because the hot guy doesn’t want to have the responsibility or whatever of popping her cherry.
Fuck that.
“You deserve better.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You shouldn’t give your virginity to someone you’ve been on two dates with. It should be special or something.”
I laugh. “Or something?”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Look, you just deserve to give it to someone you care about.”
I lick my lips and study his green eyes, noticing the little flecks of gold. “What if I say that I care about you?”
He shakes his head, letting out an exasperated breath. “Angel, that’s not what I mean…”
I lean in and kiss his neck, causing him to groan. His cock still rock-hard against my thigh. “I know what you mean, but sex is just sex… right?”
God, that’s probably the worst lie I’ve ever told myself in my life. I know without a doubt that sex with Harrison will be way more than just that. Giving him my virginity is something that I should be way more cautious of but can’t seem to care about right now.
“Is it?” he asks as if he’s reading my mind.
I don’t want to answer that, so instead, I kiss him. I kiss him like my whole life depends on it. He only hesitates for a minute before he’s kissing me back just as hungry for me as I am him. His fingers stroke down my thigh, then back up again, finding my soaking wet center.
“There are other things we can do…”
“Yes, please,” I moan.