I gripped his massive member and began to stroke him. At least my hand could wrap around him, well, a good portion of him.
“Harder, princess,” he demanded in a tight voice.
I obeyed, and he moved his two fingers between my folds, stretching me with his thick fingers. He continued to stimulate my clit with his thumb, and I tossed a leg over his thigh, giving him better access.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me,” he said through gritted teeth.
I moved my hand faster around his shaft, squeezing along the way. His hips wound, matching my body movements as hefucked me with his fingers. He inserted another finger, and I felt a slight fullness. I slowed my own hips as his fingers worked me.
“Are you okay?” Harris asked, looking down at me with concern.
“I’m fine. Just adjusting.”
“Tell me to stop if you hurt.”
“No, let’s keep going. I want you to come in me.”
He groaned as I continued to stroke him. “Shit, princess, if you keep saying things like that, I won’t be able to. Slow it down for me. I want to make this last. This is our first time.”
“We can try again later.”
“No. Our first intimate moment won’t be you jerking me off.”
I laughed. “Harry, technically our first moment was you eating me out.”
He gave me a delighted smile, his brows wiggling. “Ah, you’re right. Still, I want to feel you come around me. How do you feel now?”
I was taking three of his large fingers, and although it was a tight fit, I thought I was ready to try more. I wanted this connection to him that I’d never had before. “I feel good. I want this. I want you.”
He kissed me again, and I couldn’t see how I would ever grow tired of those soft lips. This felt so right, and I was slightly peeved that he had decided to wait so long for us to be together. He moved between my legs, and I wrapped them around his hips. He then paused above me, balancing on his hands, arms flexed. There was a tentative look on his face that I’d never seen before. It tugged at my heart. He had always been gentle and protective with me, but in this moment, I wasn’t sure either of us knew how to really express how we felt. Years of friendship, yearning, and loving had culminated in this moment. I thought that a platonic relationship would be all that we would ever have.However, now, fully surrendering to our emotions, this all felt unquestionably right.
He opened his mouth then closed it, and I reached up to touch his cheek, feeling more emotional about this than I thought I would, and apparently, he might also. I smiled and nodded, hoping that this wordless motion would convey all that was needed to let him know this was okay. We were okay. He moved his face to kiss my hand. And then I felt him slowly enter me.
I sucked in a breath as I felt the thickness of him stretch me. I bit my lower lip as he continued his slow push into me, and then he stopped, pulling back to his tip, eyes searching mine. I moved my hands to his chest, maintaining our locked gaze. He needed to see that I was alright, and I needed him to see that I was enjoying this. And I was. Once again, he began to rock into me, and I lightly dug my nails into his chest as he brushed my sensitive inner walls. He moved his hips so that his pelvis bumped against my clit, curling my toes with simmering pleasure with each contact, and I lifted my hips to match his rhythm. Working in a slow process, he thrust in and out and deeper each time he drove back into me until he finally reached the base of him.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”
He paused again and brought a hand to one of my breasts, thrumming the nipple, the tantalizing sensation burning through me and causing me to clamp around him. Although he had stopped moving, I kept grinding against him, chasing my next orgasm. I felt full, almost uncomfortably, but I was so distracted by the stimulation of my clit that I could hardly react to the mild discomfort.
“Are you close, baby?” he whispered.
I nodded. “Yes, don’t stop, please.”
He began to rock into me again, still measured to avoid hurting me. I could feel his thighs tremble as he did his best tomaintain control, and I was both impressed and touched by his dedication to ensure I was in no pain. However, I also needed him to know I wasn’t a gentle thing.
I moved my hands to his ass, unsurprised but still turned on at how tight and muscular it was. I sank my fingers into his skin and pushed him into me. At my unspoken urging, he quickened his pace, finally letting go as he slammed into me. I released him and rested my hands back against the bed, closing my eyes as I felt my body tighten with pleasure.
I soon felt his fingers lace between my own. “Open your eyes, Camilla,” he said in a deep, gentle voice that felt like satin over my skin.
As always, I gave in to his words and stared into the kindest, most intense blue eyes I’d ever seen. The way he looked at me between the luscious strands of his black hair made my heart stop. It looked like love there, but it had been too long since we’d seen each other last. We had been friends. We’d been with other people. Had he really held on to any feelings he was hiding all this time, or was this new? What were those feelings exactly?
He thrust deeply into me again, and I cried out, the final push all I needed as my body shook with yet another orgasm. Harris rocked harder into me, faster, as he finally let go of his control. His fingers tightened their grip between mine, and I reciprocated. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said in a tight, lust-filled voice.
My high would not come down, and I bit my lower lip as my body continued to vibrate with the pleasure he brought to my mind, body, and soul. And then he snapped, jerking above me, eyes narrowing as he rode the wave of his own release. I felt him spill inside me, and I squirmed underneath him with another wave of pleasure as my sensitive inner spot ignited upon contact. We hadn’t discussed protection, but I’d already protected myself from pregnancy and anything else through a magical meansbecause I didn’t like to live dangerously. And now I was able to fully give into this moment with him. This amazing, dreamlike experience that I would have to wait until the morning to believe. But for now, I would own this time with him.
When we finally came down from our high, he slowly pulled out of me, and I moaned at the feel of him moving inside of me. He then kissed my cheek before hopping out of bed. I felt a little empty without him, but got momentarily distracted from that feeling as I watched him head to the bathroom. His glistening, broad shoulders, sculpted back, and tight ass made me press my lips together in appreciation. I suddenly got irrationally jealous thinking of the other women he’d been with since I’d known him, forget since we had fallen apart. Was he still on good terms with the mother of his child? I mean, it was good for the sake of his daughter, but was there any possibility of reconciliation?
Stop it, Cammy. The man all but professed his love for you. Love. Did I live up to the hype he’d had in his head all these years? What happens next? And how did I feel about it? Did I love him? Did I even want to go there in my mind if I wasn’t sure what this meant to him?
