“It’s me, baby,” I whisper against her skin. “I’m here.”
“Missed you.” Her sleepy voice makes me smile so hard my face hurts.
“I missed you too, Harp,” I whisper. “And I can’t stay away from you another second. Where’s Connor?”
“Antoni’s with him.” Her eyes remain closed as if she’s talking in her sleep. Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging gently as her legs fall open for me, slow and trusting.
Mother fuck.
No panties.
“H…”
“Just relax baby,” I whisper as I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I’ve got you.”
Her breath shivers and her muscles soften and then she lets out the quietest, neediest little sigh when my mouth finds her warm, sweet center.
And fuck, it’s everything I thought it would be.
Everything I knew it would be.
Everything I’ve ever wanted.
I groan into her like I’ve been starving for this, because I have.
Ten years.
Ten days.
Ten fucking lifetimes.
I devour her like she’s my favorite meal, lapping at her sweet pussy, slowly, deliberately, savoring every sound she makes as she wakes fully under my mouth. Her hands in my hair go tight as I circle her clit with my tongue, licking, sucking, flicking. Her hips arch, and her thighs tremble in my hands.
“H…Harrison,” she breathes, voice breaking. “Oh my god…”
“You taste…” I hold her steady, sliding my hands beneath her ass and pulling her closer, “So, fucking good, Harp.”
I can’t get enough of her. The taste of her on my tongue is a revelation, sweet and perfect. I focus my attention on her clit, circling it with firm, deliberate pressure. I glance up the length of her body to see her head thrown back, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and sleep and I smile against her, not stopping my ministrations for a second.
“Best surprise of my life, coming home to find you in my bed, babe. And wearing my shirt…fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” I murmur against her soft flesh, my tongue circling her clit as she writhes against me. Every taste of her is addictive, sweeter than I remembered, and I can’t get enough. “Every night on the road, I thought about having you like this.”“
Her thighs quiver around my head as she fully wakes, her sleepy confusion giving way to carnal gratification. “Harrison,” she gasps, her voice thick with desire. “Oh my god.”
Lifting her slightly to get a better angle, I dip my tongue inside her. She’s so wet, so ready for me, and the knowledge that she came here to surprise me, that she wanted this as badly as I did, makes me groan against her like a man starved.
“That’s it,” I encourage as she rocks against my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Let me hear you, Harp.”
She lets out a soft, broken moan that sends heat straight to my cock. I’m painfully hard now, straining against the towel around my waist, but I don’t care. All that matters is the way she tastes.
All that matters is that she’s here, with me.
Her back arches beautifully when I slip a finger inside her, curling upward to find that spot that makes her gasp, her body trembling around me. The sight of her sprawled across my bed, my shirt bunched up around her waist, her head thrown back in ecstasy, it’s better than any fantasy I’ve had on those long, lonely nights.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her placing gentle kisses along her inner thigh before returning to her center. “So perfect.”
Her hips buck against my mouth as I circle her clit again, this time with more pressure. I can feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming more erratic, her moans louder.
“H…don’t stop,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Please don’t stop.”
