“I want to drag my lips around these, swirl my tongue until I suck them, and I want to come on them.” That earns me her bottom lip getting chewed on by her teeth.
“Then do it,” she rasps.
Releasing her tits, I quickly wrap my hand into her hair gently, pulling her head back slightly. “I decide what we’re doing, Harlow,” I remind her against the skin of her neck, and a flame fills her eyes, and she releases a sound of agreement. Letting go of her hair, I step us backward to the bed where I turn her and urge her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Unzip me.”
A satisfying look flashes across her face, and she submits to my demand, with the feeling of her fingers dragging the zip lower. She peers up as though checking that she’s obeying right. And she’s tormenting me with the slow drag of each tooth of the zipper. I only feel slight relief when she slides my pants and boxer briefs lower, and her hand wraps around my length.
A few strokes is all I let her do. “Mouth,” I order.
Harlow’s eyes drift up and stay on mine as her lips cover my tip, and she makes a point for me to watch as her tongue swirls to taste my pre-cum. Her moan is slightly overdone, but I like her a bit overzealous and wanting to drive me wild. She moves lower and takes me into her mouth. I wrap my hands around her hair to guide her forward until I’m fully in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. I’m proud that I’m by no means lacking on the size front, which means that she struggles slightly, but it doesn’t matter as her mouth waters even more on every pump.
“That’s it, take me deep,” I encourage her. “I bet you want my cum to slide down your throat, don’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question. She nods with her mouth stuffed. “Keep going, I’m going to fill that dirty mouth of yours.”
Her moan sounds like a groan, but she keeps going until the pressure under my navel drives lower down until I explode into her mouth, and I ensure she can’t leave by holding her head firmly on me until every last drop is in her mouth and sliding down her throat.
“Fuck, you suck good,” I breathe to myself. A flash of worry breezes across my mind that I’m pushing her too far; we’ve been moving at a snail's pace the last few months, only to dive in deep. But when she pulls off and there is pride in that sexy smirk of hers, I know she’s content. I don’t give her much time to soak in her accomplishment. I guide her up the mattress by hovering over her, with the corner of my mouth hitched up, and her soft smile indicates that she is enjoying every second of this.
A sound hides in her throat yet is still enough for me to hear pure heaven, encouraging me to open her legs, as we’re not going to waste a second to take in this moment. I’m on my stomach, ripping her panties down her legs and throwing them to the side. My tongue finds home, and she writhes under the pattern that I trace on her pussy, taking extra time around her clit.
“That feels really good,” she exhales.
I press her stomach down when her hips try to rock up. “It will be even better when I’m fucking you hard and deep.” A lazy, low, muffled laugh escapes from the back of her throat. It just makes me dip a finger inside her warm heat then add another to pump a few times. “You’re soaking, and I need your snug pussy on my cock.”
I abandon between her legs to linger over her, careful to give slight space between us to ensure we’re not too tight in this position, allowing her to breathe and for me to soak in the glint of her eyes. I kiss her lips, and she gives back what I offer. It’s an instant of calmness, sinking into a moment, a break from fucking her. Even though I’m beginning to think this isn’t fucking at all, which is why I end the pause and sit up on my knees to flip her to her belly, pulling her hips up until her ass is in the air, and my pants come off in record speed. I’m not sure making this too sensual and sentimental will be great for my heart; I feel it weakening. Hard fucking is safer.
“Hands over your head against the mattress and don’t move them,” I say, right before my fingers dig into the muscle of her ass, wanting to spank her but deciding this isn’t the moment; instead, I palm the flesh and admire her firm behind. “I swear to God, one day I’ll take you like this right after I throw you over my lap to spank you, and you’ll take it because you like it.” Save me, she tips her ass up more to show off.
“Fuck,” Harlow pants.
“Exactly, fuck,” I quickly reach over to the table to grab a condom and get it on, wishing I could take her bare.
It’s a quick tease through her pussy before edging her entrance and sliding right in, feeling her squeezing along my length. I hiss out a breath because this is nearly an out-of-body experience where my entire body wants to race toward coming, just because I think it hurts how much I want her and need relief. I reach forward to grab her arms and bring them behind to hold them across her back in a hold that again has me wondering.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” she mumbles against the mattress, almost sounding aggravated that I keep checking in.
I continue to thrust inside her, speeding up my movement, going a little harder until I have nowhere left to go. I have plans to live inside of her all night. How could I not? “You take my cock perfectly. The right fit.”
One hand stays firm on her wrist while the other one sneaks under her body where there is space to play with her. She has to come around my cock, I want her to vibrate around me before I thrash and jerk to come inside of her.
We seem to lose track of time, but I get my wish, and a loud moan of my name fills the room while she shakes around me. I don’t give her the opportunity to calm as I follow her, and I come shortly after before I fall forward, careful not to squish her. Instead, I kiss her back, drawing a line down her spine. My heart throbs, and my body glistens with sweat.
Having to leave her to get rid of the condom is not what I want. Exploring her back while she lies in a blissful state is by far better.
By the time I make it back to bed, Harlow hasn’t moved an inch and instead lies in a state where a drowsy smile is permanent on her lips. I slide in next to her and continue where I left off, painting her back with my touch.
“I like you that way,”
Harlow partly turns her head. “Like what?”
“Obedient,” I say.
She giggles gently. “I like you that way… dominant.”
I do too. But I like slow with you too.
I interlink my hand with hers before I kiss her shoulder. Harlow twists her head slightly more to capture my mouth for another kiss; it’s warm and deliberate. I’m not a cuddler, except with her it feels right.
