“I…”
Harley paused and watched me for whatever the hell I was about to say. His eyes seemed to take in everything I was sure he wouldn’t be able to see, and he nodded, almost as if I’d spoken after all.
“Your mind’s getting in the way, huh?”
I nodded, forcing myself to take a slow breath. “I really want to do this, but it… it’s distracting me from feeling. I want to feel.”
He grinned slowly. “I know a great way to shut it up. Do you trust me?”
I laughed breathlessly. “Like we’d be here if I didn’t!”
Chapter Eighteen
IWASN’T KIDDING ABOUT how fucking agonising this was, how this drawn out edging was going to make me let her down. It was the last thing I wanted, but every little soft whimper and moan from Caroline edged me a little closer. Going down on her would be pure torture, but it’d get her out of her head and she needed that.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet as I think…” She gasped and reached for me, like she wanted to stop me.
“I won’t try to kiss you after, it’s okay. Just relax and feel.” She visibly relaxed, and I knew I’d guessed correctly. She could have told me that was her concern, but there was no reason I couldn’t make things easier for her, especially right now, when she was trying so hard to take what she needed.
I pressed her legs apart, and just the sight and scent of what was right in front of me, in all its deliciously pink, wet glory, was like another kick in the junk.
“Fuck,” I murmured, leaning close, and dragging my tongue right through all that moisture, her sweet taste zinging my tastebuds, just like I knew it would.
“Oh wow!” Caroline flinched, and her fingers grabbed my hair, holding me still.
“No? You don’t like it?”
“That’show that feels? Oh god!”
I grinned at her, trying to go back in for another taste, but she was gasping at me, what the hell was she saying?
“Do it. Please do it. I want to… please…”
“Want to…?”
“Please, do… sex… please.”
What the hell. “Caroline-”
“Please!”
“It’ll be easier if I get you-”
“Please, now.” She tugged on my hair, dragging me closer, and I went with it, because I’m a man, and edging fucking sucks.
“You’re sure?”
“Please!” She was wet, sure, but was it enough?
“Stop me if it hurts or something. I don’t know… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please, Harley. I… I want you inside me. Only you. Only ever you.”
I grabbed my cock and dragged it through that wetness that coated the condom, and could have been against my bare skin if I hadn’t decided to be smart here. Or an overly cautious dickhead.
“Oh god… is… is it in?” I couldn’t help chuckling, as she lifted her head to try and see between us.
“No. Not yet, babe.”
