“Fuck, Harper,” he breathes, the sound vibrating through me like a low hum of electricity. The way he says my name sends shivers through me, a reminder that this is all so real. Everything I’ve yearned for with him is happening.
Right here.
Right now.
“You have the prettiest fucking body I’ve ever seen.”
My breath catches when his mouth finds its way to the apex of my thighs, and I arch into him instinctively, lost to the waves of pleasure crashing over me.
“Oh…my…God!” The words come out slowly as Harrison lazily drags his tongue through my dripping wet folds. He looks up, those stormy blue eyes locking onto mine, filled with an intensity that makes my heart race.
“You’re so goddamn wet, Harp,” he murmurs, lapping me with his tongue once more. “You’re delicious.”
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, my voice trembling with urgency.
He chuckles. “I won’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
It feels like we’re suspended in time, caught in an endless loop of pleasure and longing. I can feel the coil of tension tightening in my core, and every flick of his tongue, every soft kiss on my most sensitive spots pushes me higher, closer to that precipice I want to leap from.
Except I don’t want to leap alone.
“H,” I pant as his tongue and fingers work simultaneously for my pleasure. “I want you inside me. I want to come with you for our first time. I want to feel you too.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Mhmm.”
Freeing himself from his shorts, he palms his thick heavy cock, tugging and squeezing. He leans over, reaching for protection, and hands me the condom. “Open it for me.”
I do as he requests and watch as he pinches the end and rolls the condom over his shaft and just like that the world narrows down to this moment—the two of us finally crossing a threshold we’ve both yearned for. He positions himself between my legs, anticipation lingering in the air like a fine mist.
“I love you, Harper. You know that, right?”
His sweet words make me smile. “I love you too, H.”
His cock positioned at my entrance, he glances up at me once more. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Fuck me, Harrison. I want to feel you inside me.”
In one slow but fluid motion, he slides inside me, and the sensation is more than I ever could have expected, sending shockwaves through my body that make me gasp. It’s intense, overwhelming, and there’s a sweet ache that blossoms deep within me as he fills me completely.
“Oh my God!”
“You can tell me to stop, babe,” he reminds me. “If it’s too much.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I’m good. I just feel so…full.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Harrison breathes, his voice low and gravelly as he leans in closer, his forehead resting against mine. He pulls back and then thrusts back in gingerly, stretching me with every move of his body against mine. His thrusts are slow at first, almost reverent, as if he’s savoring every second. Wanting him to go deeper, I push against him with each stroke. My fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on, pulling him closer, urging him to claim me fully.
He watches me, those piercing blue eyes wide with lust and something deeper, something that I know is true unfiltered love.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, concern lacing through the heat of his tone.
“Yes,” I gasp, a shaky breath escaping my lips. “Please…don’t stop.”
His brow is furrowed in concentration and sweat beads on his forehead. He’s just as overwhelmed as I am. It makes me want to smile, but instead, I bury my face against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him, cedar mixed with that subtle hint of soap and something uniquely Harrison. He inches deeper, his fingers lifting my chin and his lips brushing against mine, soft, sweet, and absolutely intoxicating.
“Fuck, I love you so goddamn much, Harp” he murmurs, those piercing blue eyes searching my face for any hint of discomfort. “And I don’t ever want to lose you.”
