Tongue coming out to press against my clit, he moaned against me and I trembled, my knees almost buckling. Harrison grabbed my hip to steady me, licking a long line through my seam as need coiled every last one of my muscles into knots.
God, he really is a damn genius with that tongue. Licking or talking. Doesn’t really matter.
As he really got going, sucking, nipping, and licking, he spread my legs a little wider with one hand on either one of my thighs. I let him position me exactly as he wanted. My bracing hand fogged up the window in an outline around it.
My head dropped forward and my breaths turned into pants as his hot mouth kept going. One of his fingers pushed into my slick opening. The sounds that were escaping me were incomprehensible, but it felt so freaking good that I didn’t care.
An orgasm was rapidly building. When all that energy released in a flash of blinding pleasure, I bucked against his face,hanging on for dear life to keep from collapsing right onto the floor.
In the aftermath, Harrison picked me up gently, my head lolling against his chest, and he carried me to my bed. My entire body was still so sensitive that when I saw the tortured expression on his face, his eyebrows knitted, lips parted, and pupils so blown that his eyes were almost pure black, I squirmed in his arms.
“I love you, Harrison, but you really should let me be the one to make you feel good first sometimes.”
“Sure,” he ground out. A smirk so tight that it was almost dark curved his lips but disappeared just as fast. “Whenever you want, Princess. Just don’t blame me if I’m too boneless to help you out after.”
I chuckled, cuddling against his chest even as I lazily shook my head. “I doubt that’ll ever happen.”
“True.” He winked at me, but we’d reached my bedroom and he laid me down on my bed. Then he stood still where I was.
I looked up at him, the mussed dark hair and the heaving chest, his long fingers sliding one button at a time free on his shirt. “You are insanely gorgeous. Have I ever told you that?”
He brought his gaze to mine, one eyebrow arching in that cocky sweep that had driven me up the walls when we’d first met. I’d realized later that the irritation that surged through me had always been because he was so damn sexy when he did it. It had made it unfairly difficult to be level-headed around him then.
“I don’t think you have, but you can keep saying it.” He let his shirt slide off when all the buttons were undone. Then he kicked off his shoes and started on his belt. “My gigantic ego is all yours to feed now, so go ahead. If you don’t, I’ll have to start complimenting myself and that’s just weird.”
Laughter bubbled out of me, and honestly, I was astonished at the fact that we’d become so close that even in a moment like this, when we were both turned on and overheated, he could still make me laugh. I’d never had anything like it before.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Oh, I’m sure I can find a way to keep your ego well nourished,” I teased, spreading my legs a little wider. He pushed his pants and underwear down. “How about if I tell you that it’s only ever been like this with you?”
“Like what?” he asked even as he stalked closer to the mattress, eyes flickering with searing heat. “Tell me, baby. Tell me everything.”
“Well, I—” My breath caught when he climbed on the bed, my eyes dropping just for a moment to the hard length between his legs. He held it in his fist, stroking as his gaze bored into mine. “You’re the only person I’ve ever felt this free with. You’re also the only person who can take me to the edge so fast and definitely the only person who’s ever made it so fun.”
He grabbed a condom from the stash he kept in my nightstand and slowly rolled it on, eyes on mine but a slight grin on his lips. “It has been pretty fun, hasn’t it? Do you think it’ll stay this way, or do you think we’ll turn into one of those boring married couples who only ever do missionary and are thinking about work while they’re at it?”
“There’s nothing wrong with missionary.” I cut myself off when he settled between my legs, elbows propped up next to my shoulders and the broad tip of his cock nestled right at my entrance. “I hope I can never think while we’re at it.”
“I’ll make sure of it.” As if to prove his point, he thrust into me with one powerful movement of his hips, burying himself to the hilt, and let out a throaty groan. “Still thinking?”
I shook my head from side to side, pleasure sparking through me from the sudden intrusion. I was still so wet that it hadn’thurt at all, and I wrapped my legs around him instantly, my fingernails digging divots into his shoulders.
“Are you thinking?” I asked breathlessly.
“Only about what’s next, Princess,” he murmured against my lips before claiming them in a hard kiss. “Only about making you mine in every possible way.”
He began moving then, slow rolls of his hips that dragged his skin across my pelvis, putting pressure everywhere I needed it and keeping a perfect tempo. Sometimes, I swore he made love to me like he was following some kind of perfectly paced symphony in his head, every move he made precisely timed to bring around that crescendo exactly when he was ready to.
Today was no different. The slick, hot slide of him inside me, dragging everywhere I needed it eventually became too much, and my toes curled as I screamed his name. Somewhere in the abyss of pleasure I was lost in, I felt him swell and his rhythm finally faltered. He kissed me long and hard.
In the aftermath, he held me, stroking my hair and whispering all sorts of things about why he loved me. Once we’d recovered, he sat up and shot me a smile. “You ready to go home? I’ve got Romanos delivering dinner and an amazing bottle of wine ready for us to celebrate.”
I groaned, my eyes widening, and I propped myself up on my elbows to gawk at him. “Romanos doesn’t deliver. I’ve tried a hundred times.”
He smirked and got off the bed. “They do for me.”
I chucked a pillow at him, but it only bounced off his taut ass as he started getting dressed. Lazy and reluctant, I followed, but my all-time favorite restaurant was definitely worth getting out of bed for.
