Caroline
HARLEY WASTED NO TIME, practically shoving me down on my bed, and dragging my clothing off, piece by piece, practically glaring at it before tossing it across the room. He wasn’t even undressed yet, but he had me totally naked. It was such a weird dichotomy. The fully dressed man in my bedroom with me naked. It was a clear power dynamic, with me ranking beneath him, but I didn’t want it any other way.
“Kiss me, Harley!” I practically yelled at him, and his chuckles dissipated as he kissed me hard, pressing me back against my bed. His lips travelled over my chin and down to my throat, and I tipped my head back to give him room to tease and tantalise my flesh.
“Yes, god, yes!”
“Caroline?”
Harley’s head lifted, and his face was completely serious.
“Oh. Sorry. Do you not like that?”
He shrugged. “Don’t care what you call me in bed, as long as you remember it’s me making you scream. I was just gonna say the rules still apply. You don’t like anything, you stop me. Don’t ever go along with something because you think it’ll please me, okay? This has to be on your terms.”
“I think I love you,” I blurted out, gasping and covering my face, because we’d had sex once, and I was declaring love already. “Oh god!”
“I mean, I could make some joke here to ease your discomfort, but babe?”
I peeked through my fingers, and he was serious again.
“This is no joking matter. I’m feeling all those things too, okay? I think I started loving you long ago, and this is all just a progression of that. Does that scare you?”
I was still covering my face, but I shook my head slowly, and Harley chuckled, gently peeling my fingers away.
“This isn’t a moment to hide from then, babe. Look at me, and see only love shining back at you.”
My heart felt so full, while it pounded so heavily, that I felt almost overcome with emotion, and when Harley gently swiped his thumb under my left eye, I knew I was being a weirdo and crying. During sex, no less. Again.
Harley simply smiled as he pulled away from me, and straightened up again.
“I bet I can put something other than sorrow or self-recrimination on that face of yours.”
He looked positively devilish, as he crouched down and pushed my legs wider apart.
“I know you’ll probably scream ‘oh God’, but I’ll know you mean me, baby.”
He used his palms to keep my legs pressed apart as he leaned down and inhaled with a groan. At what, the smell of me? Was that a good…
Words disappeared as he suddenly breathed on me, and tingles started to ripple up from my pussy, just from the knowledge that he was right there, the awareness of him being about to use his mouth on me.
Harley’s thumbs suddenly spread me wide, and he lowered that stubbly chin, his face pressing tight against me, as his tongue dove deep. My hips rose to meet him, purely on that base animal instinct for more, to feel more, to experience everything. To let him bring me pleasure, because I knew he would. That was his purpose in this moment. To bring me to a screaming orgasm, and as his tongue delved, and he made the kind of sounds a manmakes when he’s devouring his favourite meal, I found myself fisting the bedding, as my body decided that staying still was now completely impossible.
I was gasping, and making ragged sounds that definitely weren’t words, and when I lifted my head to watch Harley, his eyes were focused on my face, watching me as I came apart all over his face. Warmth flooded me, chased by tingles of roaring pleasure, as the very vision of this man devouring me added that final nudge over the edge.
He flicked his tongue over my clit again, and I felt another tumultuous ripple of heated sparks throughout my body.
“Oh god!”
Harley lifted his head, grinning at me as he dragged the back of his hand over his face.
“I’ll be your god in the bedroom, baby.”
He got up and lifted a finger. “Give me a minute.”
He left the room, and I couldn’t find it in me to worry about that, as I lay back on my bed, my fingers still clutching the bedding, as little aftershocks tingled their way through my exhausted body. I barely had time to cool down, or breathe properly, and Harley was back, lifting his t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
“I know this isn’t romantic, baby, but you need to know, for your comfort. I just washed my hands, and my face, and gargled with mouthwash, okay? I’m… well, not clean, probably, but not covered in anything you don’t want near your face.”
