Harlow doesn’t live far. I offer to drive them the couple blocks, so I have my car with me. Daisy prances up the narrow driveway and disappears inside in search of her water bowl.
“She really is so cute,” I say as we watch her go from the entryway.
“She’s the perfect dog.”
I lean into Harlow’s space, and her hand comes up to rest on my hip. I drop my voice suggestively. “But I’m more interested in her mom.”
Harlow smirks. “Oh, are you?”
I bite my lip and nod. Harlow doesn’t hesitate. She cups my face and pulls me into a kiss—it’s hot and heavy, and I match her intensity. Her soft lips are full of confident demand. I fist the front of her hoodie and deepen the kiss. We feel each other out as we push and pull for control.
The second I opened her SapphicSingles profile, I guessed that Harlow likes to lead. And, by theway she possessively clutches my face, I realize she likes to assert said dominance early and decisively.
As much as I like it, I’m not going to make it easy for her.
Harlow’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth before she bites down on my bottom lip. I moan, my knees go weak, and Harlow lets my lip go with a wolfish grin. She holds my weight as I lean into her warm, solid body.
“You have entirely too many clothes on,” she says, while fingering the collar of my winter jacket.
“Then take them off me.”
“With pleasure.” Harlow rips my jacket off my shoulder and sucks on my neck. I groan and help her strip me of my top layer. She swivels us around and starts guiding me backward while yanking at the hem of my sweater. She pulls back from kissing my jaw to tug the material over my head and tosses it over her shoulder.
“You are so fucking hot,” I say breathlessly. My socks hit the carpet as she guides me into her bedroom.
Harlow’s warm mouth is all over me, setting my skin ablaze. My hands are restless, from fisting her sweatshirt to running my palms up her chest to clutching the back of her neck as she bends to kiss lower down my body. She’s about a foot taller than me and has to crouch awkwardly as she licks and kisses down my throat and cups my breast through my pink lace bra. She pinches my nipple, and it hardens immediately.
I squeeze her ass through her sweatpants. She reaches around and deftly unhooks my bra with one hand. It hits the floor, and she steps back to drink me in. Her pupils are blown, and I tilt my chest up under her appreciative gaze.
“You have amazing tits,” she says and reaches up to cup them.
I arch back, presenting my chest further into her delicious touch. “I know.”
Harlow’s eyes flick up to mine. She tilts her head, softly shaking it, and smirks. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
I tug her toward me and whisper against the crown of her ear. “You have no idea how much trouble I can be.” Then I suck her earlobe into my mouth, bite on it hard enough that her grip on me tightens. Her nails dig into the soft flesh of my waist.
Harlow makes a sound—was that a growl?—and pulls back to face me. “Are you familiar with stoplight safe words?”
I smile. “Green for an enthusiastic yes. Yellow for proceed with caution. Red for everything stops.”
“Good.” Her voice is husky. “Take your pants off.”
I don’t break eye contact as I deftly pop open the button, then slowly unzip my jeans. I take two steps back and take my time lowering them, never dropping her gaze as I deliberately tease her while following her instruction.
Harlow inhales sharply. I wasn’t sure if I’d find someone to hook up with tonight, but I was hopeful and came prepared. And that includes wearing pink cheeky lace underwear that’s more lingerie than anything else.
“Sit on the bed,” she says.
I turn to give her a good view of my ass as I bend over and crawl up her mattress. Her comforter is plain but soft. A dark gray with only four white pillows. I flip over and lie back against the black headboard and part my legs just enough to give her a view of the wet spot at the center of my panties.
“I said tosit,not lay down.”
I shrug. “This is more comfortable.”
Harlow snorts, seeing right through me, and I grin inchallenge. She prowls to the edge of the mattress. I lick my lips, waiting to see how she’ll respond, when she roughly grabs me by the ankles and wrenches me forward. With a yelp, I find myself in a seated position, my legs hanging over the side of the bed with Harlow’s heated body pressed firmly between my thighs.
“Color?” she asks.
