Chapter 23
Harbor
Our bodies are a frenzy of hands and clothes, bodies bumping together as if the words themselves unleashed the ravaging. The buttons of my shirt go flying and the fabric pushed from my shoulders. Her sweatshirt is tugged from her body, sending her hair flying.
My T-shirt is yanked up as I kick off my shoes.
I take over and throw it across the room.
Her tits are exposed before she starts on her leggings.
I stop working on my jeans to give each one a deserved licking and then suck each nipple, caressing one with my tongue and then nipping the other.
A gasp has her sucking in and then she narrows her eyes. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I fucking hope so.”
A devilish grin spreads across her face and reaches her eyes, and then we’re racing each other to see who can get naked first. Her shoes come off and then her socks. The leggings are discarded as soon as my jeans hit the floor. I let her win because I’m a gentleman like that.
She’s scrambling to the top of the bed, but that’s not what I had in mind. I catch hold of her ankles before she can tuck them under the covers. “Not so fast, sweetheart.” I pull her back to the edge of the mattress, and then rub over the underwear that’s failing to restrain my hardening dick.
Lifting her chin with my fingers, I see a flash of excitement twinkle in her eyes. My girl has a dirty side, and I’m not upset about it. I take her hand to replace mine and then cover it to stroke my length together.
Her rapt attention is on our hands moving together, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Moving from her chin to her lips with my other hand, I run the rough tip of my finger over her soft and supple lips. “You’ve got me so hard. You ready for me to make you come?”
She licks her lips. “Yes.” She gulps. “I’m ready.”
“Tell me where you want to come. On my mouth, my fingers, or while riding me?” I press her harder against me, already craving a release.
Standing, she lifts to get as close as she can to eye level with me. She’s a good three or four inches shy of my eyes, but she’s still got my full attention. Grabbing my erection, she whispers, “Why bother with an appetizer when you’re starving for the main course?”
Fuck me, that’s it.
I grab her ass with both hands and squeeze, provoking a delighted squeal from her. “Get your ass up on that bed.”
If I thought she was frenzied before . . .
She’s tucked under the covers, looking like a sweet slice of heaven. I pull my boxer briefs down and slip out and onto the bed. Crawling over her, I kiss her once and then again just because I want to, and then ask, “How badly do you want me?”
“I want you so much. I think about it all the time.”
I slip under the covers beside her. “Oh yeah, all the time?”
“Constantly.”
“And what do you imagine when I’m taking you?” I run my fingers along the crease at the apex of her thighs, teasing around her lower lips.
Her breathing slows and her eyelids dip down as she struggles to hold them open. “You on top of me.”
I climb over, wedging her butterflied legs wider, and settle between them. “Like this?”
“Yes.”
“Am I making love to you or fucking you senseless?” Biting her bottom lip, she closes her eyes, and her breath staggers.
She swallows and then licks her lips. Her hands are fisting the sheets, though I’d really like them touching me.
When she doesn’t answer, I kiss her again, and then whisper against her lips, “Be honest with me, baby.”
“Fucking me senseless.”
A smirk takes over, spreading so fucking hard, but I have no intention of hurting her—physically or otherwise.
I kiss the corner of her mouth and slip my fingers straight into her heated entrance.
“I promise to take care of every one of your fantasies. Tonight, for your first time, we are going to take it slow. And then I’m going to give you what you want and fuck you senseless. ”
“We can take it slow, but can we get started already?”
I chuckle and stretch to reach for the drawer of the nightstand. “So fucking demanding.” Pulling out a condom, I drop it on her stomach, then flip to my back beside her and rest my head on a pillow. Tucking my hands behind my head, I grin. “You want to start, let’s go.”
She doesn’t hesitate, as I knew she wouldn’t. Taking the condom, she mounts me, straddling my legs, and rips open the package. She rolls the condom down like a professional. With a gleam in her eyes, she waggles her brows. “I learned from the movies.”
“I’ll admit I was curious.”
When I’m all packaged up, she looks down at my dick, the good time she was having wiped away like a clean slate. “I’m nervous.”
She’s been bold. She’s been vocal. But she hasn’t done it yet, so I’ve had a feeling we should slow down a bit. I reach up and touch her cheeks, sliding my hand down over her collarbone and lower. Caressing her tit, I then sit up to kiss her. “It’s okay. Just tell me how you’re feeling.”
Nodding, she says, “Tell me what to do.”
She’s a movie fanatic, so I know she’s seen a sex scene or two, but this isn’t a recreation of the act. The two of us are bonding for the first time. I take her hips and say, “I want you to lift up and go down at your own pace.”
When she lifts, I position myself at her entrance.
With her palms to my chest, she begins to lower.
Her mouth falls open as her body stretches to fit around me, a verbal gasp and relief expended.
Her mouth widens with every inch of me she takes.
Panting, she pushes until she’s fully seated, and then calms her breath.
Pride taking over her languid eyes is a sight to behold, the sound of her tender moans a musical melody. “You feel amazing, baby. So good, but are you okay?” I ask, still holding her hips, guiding her as she starts to find her rhythm.
“I’m good.” Touching her belly, she says, “Full.”
“Is it too much?”
“No,” she says, finally smiling. “You feel incredible.”
I rub my thumbs over the buds to ease any discomfort she might be feeling. It’s a good distraction if she’s feeling any pain. “Find what feels good.”
She slowly rocks back and forth, and with her palms pressed against me, she lifts to add to her pleasure.
That’s my girl, taking what she wants and what she needs.
“You’re doing so good. You feel . . .” Concerned for her, I haven’t appreciated how tight she is wrapped around me.
Hot. Wet. Her body embracing mine. “So fucking good, baby. Keep going.”
I help her pick up her pace, and when I reach between to rub her clit, she bucks and slams back down on me.
“That’s it.” Watching her tits bounce, her head falling back with her mouth open, our bodies slapping together, and the way her body is hell-bent on strangling an orgasm from me, I grab her hips, my fingers digging into her ass to encourage her to go faster.
She does, and as her body starts to shift erratically, I begin to thrust, fucking her until she rolls over and I’m on top.
My name is ripped from her lips, and her wet heat overwhelms me.
I fuck her through every tremor of her body’s release. I fuck her as she chants my name like a prayer rolling off her tongue. I thrust and I fuck until I fall into the abyss of my own release.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I fight to remain in the aftermath of our connection.
“Harbor?”
Her whispers drag me back to reality, and I sink my weight down on top of her.
I’m depleted of energy and floating in the high of finally having sex with her, but I open my eyes and look into her glassy greens.
I push her hair away from her face, and kiss each of her pink cheeks. “That was amazing.”
She’s smiling while her hand pushes the hair from the sweat on my forehead. “That was better than any fantasy I’ve had.”
I move off her, and she takes a deep breath that wasn’t possible when I was on top. I look at her, never seeing her more stunning than she is right now. “I’m glad to be of service.” I take her hand and kiss each finger before holding it between us.
Our breaths finally even, and our hearts stop racing. Doodling on my chest, she asks, “How long do we have to wait before round two?”
“I love you so fucking much.”
Her laughter brightens the room as she fills my life with more than I could have imagined. “I love you, babe.” She sneaks into the bathroom as if we’re going to get in trouble. It’s an en suite, so I think we’re safe. I still chuckle, though.
When she comes out, she says, “That’s the nicest bathroom I’ve ever been in.”
“It’s yours to use whenever you want.”
“Really? You might regret that offer.” She jumps on the bed and slips her legs back under the covers, and I take my turn.
“Never. You could move in tomorrow, and I wouldn’t have one doubt about you being here.” The words came out as if it’s not a real offer, but I mean it. It’s just good to gauge the waters of her thoughts before any big lifestyle changes.
She’s eyeing me as I walk to the bathroom. “You have a great ass,” she says before I reach the doorway.
When I turn to give her the full view, I say, “Also yours anytime you want it.”
“Bathrooms and your ass on tap?” She laughs, but it’s full of giddiness. “You drive a hard bargain and other hard things, but I think I want to lie in this heavenly cloud of a mattress and just enjoy tonight for a little while. Is that okay?’
“More than okay.” I close the door and clean up. When I’m finished in the bathroom, I say, “It’s quiet out there.”
“I haven’t heard a thing.” Sitting up, she asks, “Do you think they heard us?”
“The man in the moon heard you.”
Flopping back on the bed, she sighs in horror. “So embarrassing.”
I open the door and look out. The bedroom door across the living room is ajar, but there’s no sound or sign of anyone else being here. “You’re safe. They’ve already left.”
“Excellent because I’ve been thinking about that kitchen island since we walked in.”
I’ve created a monster.