“I’m in control of my desire, don’t you think?”
I need to lighten the moment. “Desire now? Hmm, I thought it was fulfilling that fantasy of sleeping with a hockey player.” Harlow shakes her head. “You have to promise that you will give me an indication if something doesn’t feel…”
“We’re making promises now?” she teases back, but then after a moment, her face turns serious. “Just don’t do anything that makes me feel like I can’t breathe, well, except the orgasm part, but I think you know what I mean.”
I nod that I do.
“So…” She swirls her foot on the ground, waiting for me to take the lead.
“Come on, Harlow. We should probably warm you up. Your poor body isn’t used to real winter. Lucky for you, body heat is a perfect way to solve that.”
Harlow makes me nervous. Not because of the dynamic of her life but more so because she feels different. How many times can a guy say different? It’s more she’s the flick of a switch inside of me that maybe I was waiting for in life.
But I always deliver, and I refuse to give her anything less.
The moment we both manage to get our coats off, I twirl her body and push her against the back of the door, feeling that primal need take over. Her breath hitches from surprise, but a satisfied look begins to form.
Our eyes lock, and I’m quick to pin her wrists against the door.
“I promise I have a plan to devour you.” My voice boils, because any thought except how to rip her clothes evaporates from my mind. Her hips jut out and then press harder against my body; she’s all in. “Wrap those legs of yours around my waist,” I demand right before I crash my lips onto hers, ensuring it isn’t light, instead sending a message that I might be a little rough, and I have every intention to do as I please. The keening noise from the back of her throat is an indication that she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
I feel her one leg slide up the back of my thigh before she repeats the same move with her other one until she’s wrapped tightly around my waist. I instantly walk us toward my bedroom upstairs, confident that the stairs are no obstacle. Instead, when we reach the stairs, I feel her nails dig into my shoulder blades as we continue to kiss fast and urgent, my lips skimming down to tease her neck when her head falls back.
Harlow’s hair is perfect down; I’ll be able to wrap it around my hand even better. My door is slightly ajar, and I kick it with my foot, not even hearing the noise because our kisses and murmurs are the champions of the room’s soundtrack.
Heading straight to the mirror, I set her down and swirl her until we’re both staring into the glass, with my fingertips on her hips.
“Too many clothes, Harlow,” I seethe a whisper near her ear, and I feel her shudder instantly, and it makes my cock twitch, desperate to get rid of my jeans, but I need to wait because I have plans.
I slide my hands to grab the hem of her sweater and the shirt underneath to yank up in a swift move with absolutely no grace. Her eyes glow with anticipation, and the sweater quickly drops to the floor, and our eyes lock in the mirror. Damn it, another wild card. She teased me about silver lace earlier, and my mind imagined it, but now I’m living the dream as I stare at her in the mirror. The cups of her bra perfectly lift her cleavage, and the panties leave little to the imagination, a detailed piece of fabric, but it will be easy to move aside. Everything about her in the moment is a vision of perfection. She’ll never be allowed to change in the bathroom in the morning ever again if I’m around.
I tsk a sound both in approval and letting her know that her game is a bit naughty.
“Hmm, I thought I would throw it on,” she hums in accomplishment.
My fingers quickly move up to grab her jaw and squeeze in a way that isn’t too comfortable, nor too coarse. “Harlow, I much prefer when you’re the good girl.”
She breathes heavily, and I drop my hand until the back of my fingers drag down the side of her body, careful to trace the band of her pants before gliding back up to swirl the cups of her bra. Feeling her tremble only makes me harder.
I bring my mouth near her, with the heat of her body making me dizzy. I nuzzle my nose against the skin of her cheek. “See how fucking perfect you look.” Our sight hasn’t left the mirror. “Tell me that you’re eager, Harlow.”
Harlow’s jaw slides side to side softly. “I’m eager,” she repeats.
“Take off your leggings. You’re still too covered.”
She fumbles around her waistband but manages to pull them down, with her ass bumping into the hard bulge of my cock. Does she know she’s driving me equally crazy? I believe she does.
Heading straight between her legs, I feel her hot and damp through the lace. Swirling my finger, we both seem to whimper together.
“Someone wants me,” I mumble into her hair as I splay one palm down on her belly and my other hand explores her pussy, ensuring I never sneak under the lace. She’s so fucking wet that the lace feels as though it evaporated into her flesh.
“I can’t wait to taste that. Only after you get on your knees for me.”
Harlow lets out an uneven breath. “Is that what you want?” She glances over her shoulder. “Me on my knees?”
“Absolutely.” I pull her panties to the side to give her pussy one stroke and swirl around her clit before bringing my fingers to her mouth that willingly opens. “Suck, Harlow.” The tightness of the pressure against my digits only encourages me to move this all along faster. “Good girl, your mouth is going to feel good around my cock.” I pull away from her mouth to stick my fingers in my mouth to suck the cocktail of her juices mixed with the taste of her tongue.
I’m taking her up a rollercoaster, with full intention to ensure the drop will be mind-blowing. Unhooking the clasp of her bra, I kiss the curve of her shoulder, her skin soft as silk, sliding the straps down until the bra lands on the floor. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Harlow.” My voice now has a bit more edge as I recognize that my carnal need for this woman only rises with every second and with an overpowering need to control her until we both get our release. Cupping her breasts, a murmur leaves her mouth, and she continues to watch in the mirror. Her body curves slightly into me as I press my thumb and index finger around her nipples to squeeze and twist, her moan only adding to the heightened sexual tension in the air.
