Chapter 21 #2
Harmony lifted a hand an reached back to the nape of her neck. She pulled the hair tie from her hair and all of those honey colored waves he loved so much fell into place around her face and shoulders.
She was every inch his favorite wet dream.
Harmony reached out and trailed the tip of her finger down his dick, from near the base to the underside of the tip.
Fuuuck.
Then, she slipped her hand under it, weighing it on her palm.
Crois felt a little dizzy.
Maybe it was because of all of the blood rushing down to his cock.
Maybe it was just a dream come true, her hand on him like this.
Either way, he was hard and hungry before she even had him wrapped in her hand.
He groaned aloud when her tongue swept out across the tip his whole length twitched. When he saw the long silvery thread of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretched between her tongue and his slit he lost the ability to breathe.
She smiled and he nearly lost it all over her face.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?”
“God, yes… with you.”
She leaned in and opened her mouth to take him in.
“Oh, shit…”
He felt her tongue on one side and the top of her mouth on the other and the edges of his vision went dark.
“I think…”
She pressed around him closer.
“I think…” he tried again, “I’m not going to last.”
She pulled away gently and he looked down to his his cock wet and heavy in her hand.
“If you don’t last,” she smiled and leaned closer, “we’ll just start again later.”
“I think you’re going to end up k-”
He clamped his lips together.
He had just about to say that she was going to end up killing him.
It was funny, he reasoned with the few brain cells he had left in his head, that people joked about death all of the time, but they had probably never faced the reality of feeling their own lifeblood flowing out of their bodies.
“I…” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to joke about that.”
Harmony seemed to shake it off her with usual ease. “You can joke about what you want, Saint. I’ll love you anyway, because what I feel for you… is bone deep. So deep no one can reach it and cut it out of me.”
“No one can reach it, huh?”
She nodded, absolutely sure.
“I wonder if I can touch it.”
Harmony froze for a moment, her face showing her confusion. “Wha-”
Crois reached down and wrapped his hand around hers.
“Here,” he used their joined hands to stroke the length of his cock, “I bet I could touch it with this.”
HARMONY
Boy howdy, when Crois St. Cyr went somewhere, he really went there.
With his hand over hers, stroking the length of his cock, it was both an intimate act and a bold one.
She loved this about him, the ability to be more than one thing to her… and everything at the same time.
It spun her around in the best of ways.
“So you think you can get that deep inside of me…”
He stopped moving their hands and looked down between them. “You doubt me?”
This man, she sighed, how could he be so audacious and funny at the same time.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head slowly. “My feelings go pretty deep.”
His eyes widened, his humor and determination flaring in them. “Is that a challenge, honey?”
Her whole body seemed to tense and release at the same moment.
This man and their relationship could make her go crazy in a heartbeat.
And she loved it.
“Yes,” she lifted her chin, and met his eyes with a challenge of her own, “Show me.”
“All right then.”
She had half a mind to ask him what he meant by his words, but she never got the chance.
Crois St. Cyr showed her his own version of a strip search.
Her camisole and boy shorts were on and then they were gone.
Where the two garments ended up, she wouldn’t find out until morning.
But she didn’t care.
Not a damn bit.
Crois had her bare and under him seconds later, his hands and his gaze moving all over her.
“You look… delicious.”
She didn’t laugh at his words because she’d seen him look at food and she’d been jealous of that look.
Now, he was looking at her like a big juicy steak.
And then he showed her that he meant what he said and began to devour her.
He put his mouth on hers, kissing her, nibbling on her lips until he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
It almost tickled until she felt his cock hard and hot against her thigh.
Harmony parted her legs, giving him more room and felt the chill of his pre-cum swipe against her flesh.
She reached down between them to take hold of him, but he shook his head.
“Honey… baby… Don’t, please God don’t.”
She frowned at first, almost glaring at him.
He smiled. “I know, I told you you can boss me around, but let me give this to you… this was your challenge, Harmony.”
She could have argued with him, but why would she?
Harmony lowered her hands to the sheets and filled her hands to give herself something to do.
He moved again, backing up on his knees.
His lips moved down her throat, his hands moving to her breasts.
She wasn’t all that big, but Crois had never complained.
He’d only marveled at them when she let him see, and he moaned in appreciation when he touched.
He was always an appreciative boyfriend… and now he was proving himself as her lover.
Lover.
“Damn, honey… You’re so pretty.”
He lowered one hand from her breast and took her into his mouth.
“Oh…” She arched, her hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue and then his teeth teased her nipple and then suckled on it. “Oh… yes…”
He worked that nipple with his mouth and with his hand, he coaxed the other into a tight, near-painful peak.
“Baby,” he said the word with his mouth around her and the vibrations shook her to the core.
She smiled at her own thoughts…
Maybe he might be able to reach her love where it was, he was already touching her in places she’d never felt before.
She pressed her thighs tightly together when he moved over, trailing his beard across her breastbone. His other hand plucked at the nipple he’d wet with his tongue, the motion of his fingers stirring that flesh even more.
When his mouth sucked her other nipple into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out, she squirmed beneath him and drew a pained groan from his mouth.
“You’re going to squeeze the life out of me, babe.”
She didn’t understand what he meant for a moment but once she realized that his tone tightened along with the pressure she put between her thighs, she mumbled an apology and tried to relax.
“There,” he grunted, “that’s better.”
She instantly missed the pressure of her thighs squeezing, but she wouldn’t complain. She didn’t want to cause him pain.
He put his mouth back on her breast and before she could find a coherent thought, she felt his hand between her legs.
“Oh… oh yes…”
She felt… she felt him smile, his tongue and his lips moving against her breast.
It was enough to drive her even closer to mindless need.
Crois had his hand… there… and then his fingers, sliding inside her.
One finger.
Then he added a second.
Her knees fell apart, stretching her hips wider, and then her pussy.
Her eyes found the ceiling and she swore she saw stars overhead.
“That’s my love,” he brushed his cheek against the side of her breasts and the hair of his beard… was another sexy caress against her skin. “That’s… mon coeur.” He said the same words as Marie, but there was no mistaking the feeling, the emotion behind them.
This was all about them.
About this burgeoning intimacy between them.
He started to slide his fingers inside of her.
Long, stretching slides that she ached to meet, lifting her hips.
He chuckled against her skin.
“Yes… yours.” Her words tumbled from her lips.
“Open, Harmony. For me.”
She felt her joints stretch as he pressed into her even farther.
“Stars,” she groaned, “I feel like I can see stars.”
Crois lifted his head up. “Baby, before we’re done, you’re going to see the whole damn galaxy.”
“Promises…” she panted, “promises.”
“Hold on…”
He picked up his speed.
A little here.
A little more there.
And soon, his fingers were pushing into her like a piston and the soft squish of her desire reached her ears.
“Damn it, Harmony… you’re so wet.”
“I… I need.”
She let go of one hand in the sheets and grasped for his wrist.
“Crois… “
He stopped for a heartbreaking moment. “What? What did you call me?”
Her eyes locked on his and a low, keening moan rolled off of her tongue.
“Sin… I need you.”
“Come for me, Honey… give it to me once on my fingers.”
Her eyes closed and her heartbeat stuttered.
He moved his hand and his thumb found her clit.
He circled his thumb around it and then pressed lightly against the side of it.
Like a rocket, she went off.
She swore her whole body levitated off of the bed as her orgasm slammed into her.
Her head tossed as her body squeezed at his fingers.
“What…” she panted, “what was that?”
“That,” he grinned down at her, “is only the beginning.”
She blinked at him, wondering when her body would float back down to earth, but she wasn’t given that chance.
Crois was over her, his free hand covering her hip, tilting her body into just the right angle.
As soon as he pulled his fingers free of her body, he lifted it up to his mouth and in full few of her starry vision he licked her liquid heat from his fingers.
“Ready, baby?”
“Ready?” She heard her voice wavering like heat off of the pavement in the summer. “Ready for what?”
He smiled and then she felt him spread her folds open, the wide flare of the head of his cock pressing against her.
“This, baby? Can I love you like this?”
She nodded, barely able to gather her wits about her. “Do it,” she egged him on. “Give me all of you.”
CROIS
How could he resist her?
He couldn’t.
How could he ever let her down?
Not now.
Not ever.
He reached around, moving his palms over her pretty little ass, and hooked the backs of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his own.
The moment he felt his cock slide inside of her, he felt like even if he ‘lost’ the bet, he was winning.
He’d prove to her over and over again throughout their lifelong relationship that he was the man who’d never let her down.
He’d always be there for her.
He’d stand beside her because that was where he needed to be.