His head cocked a little. My back arched to press my chest harder into his hands, but he lifted his thumbs slightly, making it clear that he expected an actual, verbal answer. My chin dropped in a nod, warmth blooming across my cheeks, but finally, I gave him what he wanted.
“That’s fair, but Harrison?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not going to stop you.”
A slow grin spread on his lips, devilish and with a hint of mischief in his eyes, almost like he was about to say that he accepted the challenge, but then he dropped his head and licked a line around my nipple instead, speaking just before he sucked it fully into his mouth.
“Good girl.”
I squirmed a little at the words, not really sure why they caused a rush of heat between my legs, but then the hot, wet sensation of his tongue on my breast made me put a pin in my questioning. The fact was that I wasn’t super experienced sexually.
The guys I’d been with had all been vanilla to the extreme. Rich boys who’d cared more about getting off themselves than learning what made me tick. Something was already telling me that despite Harrison being the richest of rich boys, he wasn’t that way at all.
A suspicion that was confirmed when he took my other nipple into his mouth, glancing up at me when his hand landed on my thigh at the same time. Another moan escaped me, myhips lifting a little to chase the friction that hand promised but hadn’t delivered yet.
Harrison’s pupils dilated a little more, darkening the hazel. He slowly ran his palm along the inside of my thigh. He didn’t hesitate or tease, seemingly testing my resolve not to stop him when his fingers slid through my soaked folds, seeking my entrance.
My entire body bucked at the electricity that sparked through me at his touch. My next breath entered my body on a stunned gasp when his thumb pressed down on my clit. He hadn’t needed to look for that at all. A lazy smirk spread his lips as he watched me, lifting his head away from my breast.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he murmured, his gaze steady on mine. “Shit, Aura. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
I stared back at him, blinking hard even as I panted, my hips rolling a little of their own accord. “People actually say stuff like that?”
“Like what?” His brow furrowed, one of his fingers sliding into me even as he held my gaze, his thumb starting to draw maddening circles around my clit. “The truth? Because that’s all I’m doing. Telling the truth.”
His thumb swiped right across my clit and I moaned, my thoughts temporarily scattered to all four corners of the globe as shudders of pleasure shot through me. “Yeah, I guess I’m not used to people telling me that kind of truth.”
My words came out slowly, not as a coherent sentence, but more of a breathy, broken mess that was trying to convey a sentiment. A low chuckle rumbled through the air before I felt his lips grazing across my skin again, the mattress dipping some more as he moved down with his knees between my own.
“I don’t know who you’ve been with, and I don’t want to know, but you’re going to have to get used to hearing the truth from me.”
A groan of protest slid out of me when his hand disappeared, but then he buried his head between my legs, spreading them wide with his shoulders, and glanced up at me again. “I can’t wait to taste you, either.”
With no further ado, he licked a line through my folds and sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers reappearing at my entrance. He pushed one in hard and fast, his tongue circling my clit and his free hand anchoring me to the bed by my hips when it felt like I might start levitating spontaneously.
It was all too much, how easy it was to be with him like this, the dirty words, the sea of sensation, and the way it was like he read my mind about what I needed. I ground against his face, my hands flying into his hair and holding on tight as he licked and sucked me into a frenzy.
Embarrassingly fast, an orgasm sent heat exploding from my core to my extremities, my entire being swept away by seemingly endless bliss. Harrison didn’t stop until I was completely spent, and when he crawled back up the length of my body in the aftermath, I felt his cock heavy against my thigh again, feeling almost painfully hard, but he didn’t rush to stick it inside me.
He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, uncaring that I could taste myself on his mouth, those dark, hazel eyes waiting for me to focus on him before he spoke. “You’re okay, right?”
“More than okay,” I whispered breathlessly. “You?”
He let out a strangled laugh. “I’ve never been better.”
“Have you got a condom?”
He frowned at me, a definite hint of amusement breaking through the insane amount of lust in his eyes. “Of course, I’ve got a condom. What do you take me for, an unprepared frat boy?”
I shrugged, feeling playful as my brain returned to my body and the relaxed afterglow of a spectacular orgasm took hold. “I just didn’t know if you were planning on getting lucky.”
His lips came down for a bruising, devastating kiss that made my insides clench all over again. “A guy can hope, but it’s in my wallet, which is in my pants, which are on the floor.”
“Better get it, then.” I propped myself up on my elbows as he smirked and rolled off me. “And move slowly. I’d like to get a good look at what I’m working with.”
Another throaty chuckle came out of him, but he obliged, his long limbs moving with slow, deliberate purpose as he climbed off the bed. I watched him closely, drinking in the way his muscles tensed and released with every movement, but once he had the condom in hand and turned back around, my jaw slackened.
