Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
CARBON
Fuck the smell of her cum on these panties is making me harder than I thought possible.
I shove them in the pocket of my jeans because this pair is mine.
This pair is the pair I made her first cum in and that is something special.
I sit back a little more, pulling her legs from my shoulder, I spread them wide, resting them down on either side of me.
I keep my hands wrapped against the side of her knees.
My eyes move down from her face, taking every bit of her in, pausing on her bra, I frown. I need it off.
Dropping to my hand beside her head, I reach down pushing my hand between her back and the bed, it takes two tries because the space is small between the bedding and her, but I get the hooks undone.
I push back up some, getting the damn thing off, flinging it to wherever the rest of her clothes went—except for those panties, those beauties are staying in my jeans until I can find a special place for them.
I get myself comfortable again letting her fully exposed flesh fill my vision.
I look right at her scars. They are covered in tattoos, incredible tattoos, but I can still see the damaged flesh.
I brush my fingers along her thighs, letting the pads of my fingers move against the uneven skin.
Little shivers run through her. I spread a hand over one thigh, lightly squeezing. “There is no pain?”
“Not pain exactly, but it tends to itch and it feels tight. Especially my stomach,” her words are so soft and light. “Sometimes it can hurt though. When it needs to stretch.”
“What does it feel like then?”
“It can tingle, not in a good way, like pin pricks.”
“You will tell me if your skin is ever too sensitive or if it becomes uncomfortable when I touch you. Understood?” I look her in the eye as I set the ground rules for the rest of her life with me.
I know Harry would swallow down her own discomfort if she thought it meant she was taking something from me.
That is not going to fly for me. Her needs and comforts are more important to me than my own.
She swallows hard, and I can see her mind working, she wants to push back.
I shake my head. “No. You will tell me. There are other places I can touch, other things that we can do, your pleasure, your feelings, your needs are important to me. If you are swallowing those down, I will know and then the whole purpose for you trying to hide it, will be exactly what happens. I won’t enjoy whatever we are doing. ”
She eyes me, it is deep and probing, but I hold firm. Her lips roll together and she gives a sharp nod. “Okay. I understand. I’ll tell you.”
“Good.”
I let my eyes move over the rest of her, noting her insanely pretty cunt.
Seriously, it is beautiful. Absolutely perfect, just like the rest of her.
There is nothing about this woman that doesn’t completely do it for me.
My hands slide inward on her thighs, her lips part on a quiet sighing sound.
“Sexy girl, I am going to eat this pretty pussy.”
Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but grin at the face she is making, it’s a little slack but filled with excitement. “Are you going to cum on my face? Hmm?”
She nods enthusiastically. I chuckle, totally unable to hold it back because I fucking love seeing Harlow like this.
Needy. I also fucking love that I am finally getting to show my woman all the benefits of having an obsessive boyfriend.
Fucking will only get better with me because I will learn everything she likes.
Every. Fucking. Thing. What perfect combinations I can do in order to maximize her pleasure.
My hands snatch her hips, her pretty hazel eyes blow wide as she jerks her hands up to catch my shoulders when I yank her up, rolling down, and then lifting her up my body.
Her knees land beside my ears. Her hands snap back out, grabbing the headboard to steady herself with the rush of my movements.
Once she is settled, and hovering far too far from my mouth, she bursts into a fit of laughter.
She beams down at me as I grin at her, waiting for her to calm from the rush and shock of how I just tossed her around.
Once her laughter subsides, her joy stays, she looks down at me as I happily nestle between her legs. I do a little throat clearing and lift my brow. “If you want your pussy licked, you better get it in the right place.”
Her eyes blink rapidly as the smile falls from her face, she whispers, “Frankie.”
“Harlow, your pussy. Now.”
Her lips part, her eyes dart around, my hands come up gripping her ass, her eyes jerk back to mine. “You really…”
“Now Harlow.”
She springs into action, her legs shift, her hips come forward, and her sweet, sweet pussy dips toward my lips.
I grip her ass and hips harder, pulling her down more because fuck that hovering shit.
Her cunt presses against my lips and I deep inhale against her skin, absorbing her scent.
My eyes roll back for a moment, I reach down, flicking the button on my jeans and dropping the zipper to give myself some fucking room.
I brush my lips firmly against her cunt. Up, down. Up, down. I open, pushing my tongue against her and get my first hit. Fuccckkkk. I live here now. I am setting up fucking shop here. If you need me, between Harlow Lillian Hoss’s sweet little thighs is where you can find me.
I force my eyes to look up at her, even though I want to sink into the bliss, and I start licking her with firm strokes, her whole fucking slit.
Her hips rock lightly, so I focus my tongue on her clit.
I slide my hands down from her ass, getting my fingers in there, pulling her wide to really get my tongue in there, licking around her clit, then flattening over, watching her to see how she handles the direct rubbing vs.
the around. She definitely likes both. I keep the alternating up to make her build slow enough to truly enjoy it, but fast enough that she doesn’t stumble in the build.
I brush my fingers along her entrance while holding her open.
Her hips rock more as I slide one finger inside her, then slip a second one in when she proves to be so slick she can take it.
I go right for the front wall to learn if she responds to front wall stimulation.
One hand of hers drops from the headboard, gripping into my hair. That would be a yes.
She starts grinding her cunt into my mouth, so I focus on the direct licks and firm the pressure of my fingers as I slide them back and forth over the spot.
“Fuck. Frankie. Yes. Don’t… don’t fucking…
ye—” she cries out. Her head dropping back, her hand tugging tight on my hair.
Those delectable little claws pressing into my scalp.
Her hips jolt. I hold my tongue in place and hold my fingers against that sweet spot. A moan drags from her as her hips keep rocking, riding the last bits of her high at her own pace without me overstimulating her.
Harry’s body trembles, her hand releases its grip on my hair, coming up to squeeze at one of her perfect fucking tits.
A huge smile sweeps her face as she lifts her hips and her body clenches then trembles again.
I watch every move, every hint of emotion play out, loving every fucking second.
Sliding both my hands back up her ass, I wrap them around her hips, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks.
I slowly slide her down my body, not even bothering to wipe my mouth just yet keeping her scent in my nose.
Her eyes catch on my mouth, I know I am a bit messy, and yeah, I fucking love it. Her hand comes up, wiping it across my mouth, and I am shocked. Fucking shocked. She smiles as her head shakes. “Sorry.”
Her hand keeps wiping and she even wipes her hand on her thigh then comes back to wipe at my mouth more. Her nails dragging deliciously against my cheeks and chin. I wrap my hand around her wrist, her hand closes, her brow pinches. “Open.”
She opens her hand back up, leaning forward, I draw her palm down and lick her hand. I lick all over her open palm, up her fingers, then give a nip to her hand. “Don’t ever be sorry and don’t ever think I wouldn’t gladly bathe in any part of you.”
She gives a little snort, and I know she loves what I’ve said, but I don’t say shit like normal people do, so she is still conditioned to respond like a normal person is supposed to.
With time, she will see that I don’t want her conditioned responses, I want the real ones.
The raw ones. The ones that shove me deeper into all that is her.
Her eyes meet mine when I give her hand one more nip.
She pulls our hands to the side, dropping her mouth to mine, and I press my tongue to hers, diving into her kiss while the taste of her cunt still clings to my tongue.
I reach down, pushing at my jeans and underwear, needing to be fully free.
Her hands come down too, helping me to get them off, our feet kicking them down from my legs and getting lost somewhere.
I manage to wedge my cock between us, her hips rock as she goes stroke for stroke on my tongue.
I lean us up, and scoot back so my back is against the pillows and headboard, and my sexy girl is straddling my lap, rubbing that wet pussy all over my cock.
Her nails scrape over my shoulders, my chest, and my biceps, then back up my shoulders and up into my hair.
Wrapping a hand around her hip, my fingers flex against the scarred flesh, I wrap my other hand around my cock shifting her hips back and swiping the leaking head of my cock back and forth on her insane heat.
Harry breaks the kiss, her head tips down, shifting herself more. “I want to watch.”