She chortles. “Nah, it’s okay. And yes, I do have a festive tree.”
I run my hand through my hair. “I just live off my brother’s house to fulfill the holiday-decorations quota.”
A fondness appears on her face. “You’re very close with him.”
“We’ve always been close. Now that he has his own family, I think subconsciously I’m interwoven into their world, and they’ve only had a baby for a few months; they are new together themselves. But it feels like a family. One unit with all of us. We never really had a big family with aunts and uncles growing up. I want to be there for him, especially since he has to travel with the Spinners so much,” I explain.
“Sounds like something special.”
“It is.”
That silence hits us again. Only for a few moments, though.
“Do you think we can head upstairs?” Harlow asks. “It’s been kind of a long day.”
“Yeah, sure.” Actually, this is kind of cruel, she’s throwing me morsels, but fine, I digress.
Upstairs in no time, we get to my room and get ready for the night. It seems to be natural for us, as if we live together. Once we’re in my bed, we turn to face one another on our sides, not ready to turn the lights off.
“Hi,” she greets me delicately, and her eyes nearly sparkle.
“Hey,” I reply.
I’m broken by her lips landing on mine in a passionate and deep kiss. It takes me by surprise, but no complaints.
She pulls away. “I kind of wanted to do that.”
“I kind of noticed.” I smirk. I’m too lost in her eyes to register that her hands find mine, until she begins to lead them slowly down.
Her look is a confirmation that she’s comfortable with something, but I’m not sure what.
“Touch me,” she rasps softly as she brings my hand to her thigh.
I want to hesitate, but I can’t. I’m at her mercy, and I’m following her. Instead, I give in to an urge that I’ve been doing a damn good job suppressing. My fingers swirl on her bare thigh, and her lips part open gently. Her eyes close for a second before they open with approval.
I swipe my fingers further up slightly, to test the waters as our eyes hold. Harlow gently nods her head. She does more than that; her hand stays on top of mine, and we move together until I pause by the cloth of her panties; they’re damp, and I want them off.
Her hand doesn’t desert mine, which is why I slip my finger underneath her panties and feel her soaking pussy, and she gasps. We don’t say any words, but our eyes remain locked. I stroke, I circle, I explore her, and she releases a moan. I feel as though she will combust far too soon. I begin to slide my body down then pause.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper.
She’s taken aback, but she doesn’t seem to be closing the book on that idea. But then she traps her bottom lip between her teeth, and her cheeks rise from a smile she’s trying to hold back.
I coast down her body until I’m lying on my stomach between her thighs that naturally seem to part for me, and I tug the fabric to the side. I would much prefer to rip them off, but in a way, that feels as though it’s too big a step. I peer up at her, and Harlow seems mesmerized as she watches. I then focus on my task and lick the tip of my tongue over her in one lap, up and down, then I find her clit to circle and flick. Her head falls back, and she struggles to lie still on the bed, but it’s the best kind of hips swirling. I go slow at first, but her sounds only encourage me to pick up my speed. I take a moment to study her taste, distinct and perfect.
Resting my palm on her belly to ease her down, I continue to stroke her with my tongue, devouring her, and her murmurs are the perfect sound in my room. Somehow my hands travel to hers, and we interlace our fingers while my head stays put between her legs.
“Stone,” she breathes heavily.
It only causes me to smile against her flesh. She’s experiencing pleasure, and it’s because of me which is why I’m on my quest to bring her to an orgasm.
Her body feels so damn close. Normally, I wouldn’t be satisfied with making a woman come so quickly, but I can imagine it’s been a while for her.
“I’m going… to—” she pants softly.
Then it happens. Her body begins to convulse and vibrate against my mouth. Harlow clasps my hands tighter as her body shakes it all out. When she’s calmed, I lift my lips away to look up at her with a grin on my face.
Her blank look seems to be due to an uncertainty of how she should feel, but then her lips tip up.
