It’s sweet, chaste.
And that’s the last thing I want right now.
I place a hand on either side of his head and kiss him back much harder.
His eyes pop open. “Babe?”
“It’s okay, Harrison. I want this. Everything might go well tomorrow, but just in case it’s our last night on earth—the end of the world—I want to… I want to make love to you.”
He blinks several times.
I didn’t say the three little words. But this is the closest I’ve come.
But the moment passes, and he crushes his lips to mine, prying them open with his tongue. I gladly let him in, and we stand there locked in each other’s embrace for an unending moment. Eventually he leads me to the loveseat, and I lie back. He crawls on top of me.
He breaks the kiss for a minute and caresses my cheek. “Fuck, Bianca. You’re so beautiful.”
“So are you,” I sigh.
He brings his mouth back down and unbuttons my blouse. Eventually I shimmy it off my shoulders, exposing my lavender bra. He fondles my breasts, still kissing me.
I squeeze his cock. Already he’s so hard for me, ready to fill me the way only he can. He moans as I tease him through his jeans.
He’s working my bra off now, and in a few seconds my breasts are free. He pinches my right nipple and brings his mouth down on the left.
And it’s heaven. Paradise.
He swishes his tongue over the areola and then wraps his lips around the nub, driving electricity directly between my legs. I unbutton his shirt and push it over his shoulders, exposing his hard chest. He groans against my sternum, sending vibrations through my entire body.
Now he’s unbuttoning my jeans, and he slides them off in a single pull. He whips my panties off and dives tongue-first into my pussy.
Stars. Planets. Celestial bliss.
And before I realize it, I open my mouth and a stream of words pours out.
“God, I love you, Harrison!”
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HARRISON
I freeze in place, my tongue still deeply embedded inside Bianca.
Did she really say what I think she said?
I’m making things up. Or she didn’t mean it.
It’s too soon… Too…
But it’s not.
Because I feel the same exact fucking way.
I slowly rise, bring my gaze to hers.
Her face is beet red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I mean… I didn’t want to say it like that.”
I cock my head. “But you mean it?”
