Chapter 5 #2
He chuckled and looked up at me. His lips were glistening with my essence, and I felt a little guilty.
Just a little. He didn’t seem to mind as he licked his lips, standing up.
I was still quite exposed on the counter and already searching for my clothes, but he didn’t give me the opportunity.
Instead, he picked me up and walked us to the stairs.
“Is it bedtime already?” I asked, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his arms and impressed with his ease of picking me up.
“Yes, but we don’t have to sleep. Do you want to sleep?”
Hell no. I shook my head. “Do you?”
He lifted a brow as he climbed the steps. “Oh, no, princess. I want to do very bad things to you. You going to let me do that?”
I think my pussy clenched. I had no idea what he meant, but I wanted it. I wanted Harris Tolsen. He walked us into what I had assumed was his room, since it was the largest bedroom, and then carefully lowered me to the bed.
This was going to happen. Was I ready? What if it wasn’t good? Would we be awkward and never speak again? I could live with that, right? I hadn’t spoken to him in fifteen years. I could do it again.
No, I didn’t want to do it again. I wanted him, bad sex and all. We could work it out. Why did I even think it would be bad? This was decades in the making. Fate brought us back together. It had to be good.
Harris tilted his head to the side, standing over me with patient eyes, and I realized he had asked a question that required an answer. I gulped, ready to risk it all. “Yes, please.”
He chuckled and then pulled his shirt over his head. “I like it when you tell me yes.”
Freaking wow. His body was insane. The guy was in shape.
He’d always been fit, but now he was a grown man, fit and filled out in all the right places.
He had a few tattoos, one covering his left defined pec and connecting to his left muscular arm, resulting in a sleeve tattoo.
He had amazing abs and that delicious V shape of his pelvis leading to the top of his pants.
Damn, he was hot. I tried to play it cool by keeping my gaze neutral, but it was a challenge.
I would take a picture of him and hang him on my bedroom wall if I were a teenager.
He wasted no more time and pulled down his shorts and briefs in one go.
I tried my hardest to focus on his thick, toned thighs, thick thighs saving lives and all that, but his dick was giving main character energy because are you kidding me?
He was freaking large. I wasn’t shocked; he was an orc.
Nothing about them was small. I blinked several times, legs closing.
He was hard, and it was actually quite beautiful, dark green, slightly veined, and glistening at the tip.
He climbed onto the bed and balanced over me before kissing my forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you, princess. We’re going to take it slow, and if that means we don’t do more tonight, then that’s fine with me. We could just cuddle if you want.”
I smiled; he had read my mind. “I love a good naked cuddle.”
He gave a curt nod and moved behind me, that behemoth between his legs pressing against my back. In what world did he think I could cuddle with that behind me? I would never be able to go to sleep tonight without at least trying.
I was lying naked in a bed with Harris. This felt surreal.
I twisted around and looked back over his body, my core tightening again.
He was an Adonis. Did he even eat junk food?
Yes, he did. He ate pizza. I saw him earlier.
I reached out and touched the tip of his dick, and he jerked in response.
“Careful, baby. I thought we were just going to go to sleep.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Very well.” He then lifted his index and middle finger and stuck them in his mouth before moving the fingers between my legs and finding my clit. I instantly moaned. Everything he did was just so damn sexy. He didn’t even need to wet his fingers; I was already there.
I gripped his massive member and began to stroke him. At least my hand could wrap around him, well, a good portion of him.
“Harder, princess,” he demanded in a tight voice.
I obeyed, and he moved his two fingers between my folds, stretching me with his thick fingers. He continued to stimulate my clit with his thumb, and I tossed a leg over his thigh, giving him better access.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me,” he said through gritted teeth.
I moved my hand faster around his shaft, squeezing along the way. His hips wound, matching my body movements as he fucked me with his fingers. He inserted another finger, and I felt a slight fullness. I slowed my own hips as his fingers worked me.
“Are you okay?” Harris asked, looking down at me with concern.
“I’m fine. Just adjusting.”
“Tell me to stop if you hurt.”
“No, let’s keep going. I want you to come in me.”
He groaned as I continued to stroke him. “Shit, princess, if you keep saying things like that, I won’t be able to. Slow it down for me. I want to make this last. This is our first time.”
“We can try again later.”
“No. Our first intimate moment won’t be you jerking me off.”
I laughed. “Harry, technically our first moment was you eating me out.”
He gave me a delighted smile, his brows wiggling. “Ah, you’re right. Still, I want to feel you come around me. How do you feel now?”
I was taking three of his large fingers, and although it was a tight fit, I thought I was ready to try more. I wanted this connection to him that I’d never had before. “I feel good. I want this. I want you.”
He kissed me again, and I couldn’t see how I would ever grow tired of those soft lips.
This felt so right, and I was slightly peeved that he had decided to wait so long for us to be together.
He moved between my legs, and I wrapped them around his hips.
He then paused above me, balancing on his hands, arms flexed.
There was a tentative look on his face that I’d never seen before.
It tugged at my heart. He had always been gentle and protective with me, but in this moment, I wasn’t sure either of us knew how to really express how we felt.
Years of friendship, yearning, and loving had culminated in this moment.
I thought that a platonic relationship would be all that we would ever have.
However, now, fully surrendering to our emotions, this all felt unquestionably right.
He opened his mouth then closed it, and I reached up to touch his cheek, feeling more emotional about this than I thought I would, and apparently, he might also.
I smiled and nodded, hoping that this wordless motion would convey all that was needed to let him know this was okay.
We were okay. He moved his face to kiss my hand. And then I felt him slowly enter me.
I sucked in a breath as I felt the thickness of him stretch me.
I bit my lower lip as he continued his slow push into me, and then he stopped, pulling back to his tip, eyes searching mine.
I moved my hands to his chest, maintaining our locked gaze.
He needed to see that I was alright, and I needed him to see that I was enjoying this.
And I was. Once again, he began to rock into me, and I lightly dug my nails into his chest as he brushed my sensitive inner walls.
He moved his hips so that his pelvis bumped against my clit, curling my toes with simmering pleasure with each contact, and I lifted my hips to match his rhythm.
Working in a slow process, he thrust in and out and deeper each time he drove back into me until he finally reached the base of him.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
He paused again and brought a hand to one of my breasts, thrumming the nipple, the tantalizing sensation burning through me and causing me to clamp around him.
Although he had stopped moving, I kept grinding against him, chasing my next orgasm.
I felt full, almost uncomfortably, but I was so distracted by the stimulation of my clit that I could hardly react to the mild discomfort.
“Are you close, baby?” he whispered.
I nodded. “Yes, don’t stop, please.”
He began to rock into me again, still measured to avoid hurting me. I could feel his thighs tremble as he did his best to maintain control, and I was both impressed and touched by his dedication to ensure I was in no pain. However, I also needed him to know I wasn’t a gentle thing.
I moved my hands to his ass, unsurprised but still turned on at how tight and muscular it was.
I sank my fingers into his skin and pushed him into me.
At my unspoken urging, he quickened his pace, finally letting go as he slammed into me.
I released him and rested my hands back against the bed, closing my eyes as I felt my body tighten with pleasure.
I soon felt his fingers lace between my own. “Open your eyes, Camilla,” he said in a deep, gentle voice that felt like satin over my skin.
As always, I gave in to his words and stared into the kindest, most intense blue eyes I’d ever seen.
The way he looked at me between the luscious strands of his black hair made my heart stop.
It looked like love there, but it had been too long since we’d seen each other last. We had been friends.
We’d been with other people. Had he really held on to any feelings he was hiding all this time, or was this new? What were those feelings exactly?
He thrust deeply into me again, and I cried out, the final push all I needed as my body shook with yet another orgasm.
Harris rocked harder into me, faster, as he finally let go of his control.
His fingers tightened their grip between mine, and I reciprocated.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said in a tight, lust-filled voice.