Grabbing the keycard from her hand, I haul her to me and at the same time open the door. The moment we’re both inside, I kick the door closed. Harlow stops in the middle of her room by the foot of the bed. Striding straight to her, I’m sure I must appear cunning, as I’m about to have my way.
“Harlow, I plan on fucking you until you repeat over and over what you feel for me.”
I rip the buttons of her shirt off then I push her onto the mattress. She yelps slightly and breaks her fall with her elbows. Harlow watches as I throw my suit jacket to the side and quickly unbutton my shirt then remove my pants. Her eyes are hungry when I splay open her blouse to admire her black satin panties and bra.
Balancing over her, I steal another kiss and feel her knees rising to my hips, encouraging me to take more.
“Tell me all you think about is having me inside of you,” I whisper into her ear.
“All I think about is having you inside of me,” she breathes out, her hands exploring my back.
“You don’t want us to end,” I make my next request.
She moans as I press myself against her center. “It’s true, I don’t want us to end.”
“You’ve made me crazy, I swear.” My voice swelters, and I move to flip her onto her stomach, taking her by surprise. I grab her hair and yank gently with my other hand, pressing her back down. “You’ve made a mistake, Harlow. You shouldn’t run. Understand?” I hiss and scrape my nose against her elongated neck.
For a second, I’m not sure if I’m taking this a step too far with this position and my words. But she throws me a half-smirk as her face is smooshed sideways to the mattress. She knows we can always stop it with one word.
Letting her hair flow down, I glide down to yank her panties off, leaving her in her bra. I stroke a few fingers through her folds for a few strokes. All the worship of her body will have to wait for later. Lowering my boxer briefs, I drag her forward and raise her hips before my tip finds her entrance. I feel her heat and arousal, and I just want to sink further inside her. One inch, two inches. I close my eyes and groan a sound because she is heaven. Harlow hums and pushes against me, drawing me deeper inside.
But then I freeze.
“Harlow, wait. Shit, condom.”
Harlow breaks the moment to rest on her forearms and flash me a look. “It’s fine, I’m on birth control. I want you like this.”
Her conviction has me slowly twisting her body until she’s on her back. With her feet resting on the mattress and knees up, I force one knee wide, then the other. Our eyes connect, and I realize slowing down is in our calling.
Sinking back into her, I delve my lips back onto hers. Softly once then hard twice. She grips onto me, and her hair is splayed across the mattress. She holds me tighter, and I pump deeper.
“You feel too much, but it’s right. Tell me,” I husk.
“I do feel too much, but we’re right,” she pants.
Our mouths seal with a kiss because this moment is ours, not some confused thought.
* * *
I restmy head on my arms crossed behind my head as I lean against the headboard with a sheet draped around my waist. Saying I’m calm and sated would be an understatement right now, even though I’m trying to recover from that orgasm. When I see Harlow exit the bathroom, I can tell she’s at peace, but a crack in her thoughts still lingers.
“Don’t think about it, Harlow,” I nearly growl.
She smiles to herself before she joins me back on the bed. I encourage her to rest her head on my chest.
“Let me be in this moment. I want you and always wi—” She stalls.
But I can only smirk.
A forever.
That's what’s been scaring her away.
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HARLOW
He’s right.
