My fingers slide over it so easily. I tease her, spreading the wetness until her back starts to arch.
For real, I’m going to explode.
But I want her to come first. Always and forever. And I want her fully comfortable when she does it.
Using all my self-restraint, I stop what I’m doing and finish undressing her.
“Yours too,” she tells me, glancing at my joggers.
I push them and my boxer briefs off, too eager to think about my own insecurities. The urge to stroke myself a few times is strong, but I don’t dare.
Crawling up her body, I pause with my head between her legs. I give her clit a little nibble. And then I linger, sucking gently. She squirms and I swirl my tongue at her entrance before nudging it into her a few times.
So fucking sweet.
“Riff …” she chokes.
“Not Riff,” I correct her. “Say my real name—please. Like you did when you came on me before.”
“Right. Sorry,” she tells me. “I’m so used to trying to distance myself from you. Trying to tell myself I … don’t want you.”
“But you want me now?” I ask before I suck on her again.
Her voice is strained. “Yes. Griffin … James … Hurley. I want you—all of you, and only you.”
I grin and go back down on her.
“Wait.” She bites her lip. “I … I want to … come on your cock.” Her tone is timid, like she’s not used to feeling like she can say what she wants in a situation like this. I’m glad, even with her uncertainty, that she finds the courage to say it to me though.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “We’ll get to that. I’d just really love to get you off like this first. Is that okay? You don’t have to of course …”
“That just … seems like a lot of work for you,” she says.
I position her legs so that they’re over my shoulders, and peer up at her. “Babe, whichever asshole made you think this is work … deserves to choke on broken glass.”
Harmony is about to say something—maybe argue, or double check if I’m sure—but I bury my face in her and suck her clit into my mouth so fast, she cries out in pleasure instead.
Yes. That’s it …
Her fingers wind through my hair and she moves her hips to get more and I keep going and going until she arches her back all the way and holds her position. She exhales over and over in staccato bursts.
Music to my ears.
Once she relaxes, I stay where I am and kiss her down there before I surface.
Since she’s still got her hands in my hair, she walks them down to the base of my neck and pulls gently. She wants me up higher now. Completely at her service, I obey her silent command and position myself until we’re aligned.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock—simultaneously making my own body hate me for not allowing myself to release yet.
Harmony groans. I know she’s spent, but I love that she still wants me in her anyway.
Dragging myself up and down her seam, I kiss her mouth at the same time, wondering if she can taste herself on my tongue. She kisses me back slowly, deliberately, and while she does that, I also grope her breasts. I want to touch and feel her everywhere, and more importantly I want her to know how much it pleases me.
Her hand curls around my shaft and now it’s my turn to groan. Damn, that feels so good. Not just the pressure, but the fact that it’s Harmony’s hand on me. She tightens her grip and moves it up and down, perfect strokes.
I’m starting to see stars so I have to stop her. “Not yet. I can’t … I won’t be able to control myself.”
“That’s okay.”
