He kissed my shoulder and massaged my stinging cheeks. “Please what?”
Love me. “I want you inside me,” I said.
His breath misted against my shoulder as he hugged me tight, his fingers sliding from my belly to the curls between my legs. “Like this?”
It was a start. “Yes.” I spread my stance and laid my head back on his shoulder.
His other hand crept under the Henley and palmed my breast as he teased my entrance with his fingertips.
Sugarplums, I was wet. And warm. And throbbing, thanks to his long fingers spreading my slick. Closing my eyes, I rocked my hips and urged him deeper.
Even when fingering me, he was an artist: broad strokes, sharp flicks of the wrist, passion poured into every movement. My body was a willing canvas for his next creation of absolute pleasure. He flicked my bean and brought me to my knees. My muscles clenched with ecstasy. “H-Harvey,” I cried, collapsing onto the mattress.
“Easy, baby.” He soothed me with kisses and massaged my pulsing clit.
Dark, sparkling clouds danced on the back of my eyelids thanks to my prince. Blinded by pleasure, I rolled onto my side and stroked his stiff member over his pants. “Naked,” I said.
He smirked. “Me or you?”
“Yes. Mm, no pants.” I tugged on his waistband. Complete sentences were lost with the orgasm. I needed his dick. More than that, I wanted synergy–to make him purr in content, swept up in the passion of our connection.
Harvey helped me wrestle my clothes off, then crawled between my legs so I could push off his pants with my knees and feet while we kissed. There was something so perfect about the way our bodies fit together. My legs hitched comfortably on his hips. His broad chest rubbed against my breasts for a pleasant tingling sensation and I could kiss all over his face and neckwithout stretching like I had to when we were on our feet. This was heaven. Cozy, plaid-blanket nested heaven.
I curled my toes into his thighs and smiled, my insides gooier than any marshmallow.
Harvey eased up, his dark eyes hooded and molten as he rested at my center. His lip ticked up. What a beautiful smile–the barest flicker was enough to light my fire.
Giggling, I brushed my thumb across his lips and chased the touch with a kiss. Harvey breathed out something between a chuckle and a moan as he wrapped his arms around me. This wasn’t just a playmate. He had soulmate potential.
“Do you have a condom?” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his locks.
“Yes.” He retreated onto his knees, his face flushed and bright as he pushed back his hair, which was wild from my enthusiasm. “Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”
“No, we don’t,” I agreed, combing the soft hair on his stomach. “Being with you is enough. It’s everything I want. Sex would be the star–er, the cherry on top.”
His chest rose and fell with steady breaths as he mussed his hair even more. Finally, he stilled my caresses with his hand. “No,yoube on top.”
I let out an incredulous laugh. “Wait, what?”
He reached into his nightstand for a condom. His arms flexed as he rolled it onto himself, so focused and determined.So hot. I scooted to the other side of the bed, my insides fluttering with anticipation.
We were doing this. We’d be together in an intimate way, made all the more deep from our earlier play.
As soon as Harvey sat beside me, I crawled onto his lap, his fingers light on my thighs. Linking my hands behind his neck, I eased him inside of me. It was a huge adjustment. A happy one.As my body stretched to welcome him, I trembled, so full of love and desire with no outlet except a million kisses.
Harvey shut his eyes tight and pressed his forehead to mine. “Are you good?”
“Yes.” I rocked my hips and gasped.
“Good. Because you feel good. So good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me hard.
Hints of salt and spice mingled on our tongues. Each push and pull was a glorious dance like snow swirling in a storm. I loved how he was careful of my hair, how he guided my hips and peppered my jaw with kisses every time I took a breath. I’d never been this close to someone before during or beyond sex. The natural pull to make him smile teetered into the urge to make him moan my name, so I squeezed him tight and sucked on his lower lip.
Cursing, he clutched my back and thrust in irregular patterns–hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
When we finally came down, our skin was balmy with a pleasant afterglow. I giggled and peppered kisses across his relaxed face. “Should we take another nap?” I teased.
Harvey’s lip twitched up. He clutched me to his chest and spun us around to lay on the bed.
