Her expression narrows, and I’m surprised by how much it turns me on.
“What’re you going to do about it?” I say.
She responds by stepping out of her sweatpants, and my shocked gasp ends in a needy, desperate whine. Harlow’s wearing a two-strap harness with a thick, matte purple dildo protruding from the front. She looks so damn confident and hot in it, my mouth goes dry.
I scoot back on the mattress, allowing her room to climb on, but she doesn’t take the invitation. My core is a blazing inferno, and I know I can’t handle any more teasing. Maybe if it hadn’t been so long since I last got laid or if Harlow wasn’t so fucking attractive, but I’m two seconds away from saying “Fuck it” and taking care of things myself.
“You sure you know how to handle all that?” I goad, hoping the challenge will get the toy inside me sooner.
My words find their mark. She prowls forward, closing the distance between us, and I could faint with relief. I settle back against the pillows, bracing myself when she says, “Nah uh.” She beckons me forward with one finger.
Confused, I sit up then gasp when she clutches me hard by the back of my head with a fistful of hair.
My panties aresoaked.
“You talk a lot of shit, you know that?” Harlow asks, her grip rough on my hair. It’s a painful pleasure that sets my skin on fire withneed.
My tongue’s heavy in my mouth. I nod once.
“Let’s put that pretty little mouth of yours to better use.”
She uses the strong grip on the back of my head to guide my mouth toward her cock. I whirl my legs around until I’m on all fours before her and don’t hesitate to take her in my mouth. Licking, sucking, and swirling as my pussy throbs and I’m dripping. I’m going to need to throw my underwear away by the end of the night.
Harlow’s eyes roll in the back of her head after I grip onto the toy for better leverage, and I realize the base is ridged and rubbing against her clit. I grin, enticed by the idea of pleasingher, and start to stroke. The base grinds harder against Harlow. She moans, eyes squeezed shut, and I burn with a new need—the need to touch her.
Her legs are parted, and I reach up between her thighs and moan. She’ssoaked. I play at the entrance of her wet heat for only a second when she snatches my wrist, her eyes snapping open.
“What did I say about that?”
Andoh. Oh fuck.
Harlow shoves the pillows aside and reaches between the headboard and mattress. I frown, not understandingwhat she’s doing, until she pulls up satin restraints. My jaw drops.
“You just have those at the fucking ready?”
She smirks, then commands, “Lay down.”
While I’m no stranger to being tied up, it’s never been with a one-night stand. So while I’m very, very turned on, I’m also a little nervous. Harlow secures the ties around my wrist. The material is soft and comfortable, the hold tight enough to let me know I’m not going anywhere, but loose enough to prevent me from panicking.
This is one kinky bitch. Iloveit.
“Color?” she asks.
“Chartreuse.”
Harlow does a double take, her confused face almost makes me laugh. She asks, “What?”
I shrug. “It’s a mix of green and yellow.”
“Okay …Okay.” She looks adorable with her pinched forehead as she processes this and, this time, I chuckle.
“I’m not fully in green or fully in yellow, so I needed a combo.”
“No, that’s fair,” she says, the corners of her mouth tilting upward. Then her expression turns serious. “I can loosen them so you can get your hands out if you need?”
“No, it’s okay. I like how they are just … kiss me?”
She smiles softly and leans forward. The kiss is gentle and sweet. Her mouth lingers against mine, and it’s exactly what I need. After a calming moment, my body relaxes. She sets her hand innocently on my stomach, and it reawakens the ache between my thighs. I deepen the kiss and suck her lip into my mouth, tugging on it until she groans.
