“Would you like to watch a movie?”
“Absolutely, I love movies…”
He pulls me against his chest and looks down into my eyes. “What would you like to watch, angel?”
You.
“You choose.”
I’m surprised when he picks Phantom of the Opera, not the newer version, the 1940s version. My favorite. He puts on the movie and turns the lights down low. I’m pleased when he picks the spot right next to me on the couch and quickly make the decision to snuggle up to him.
If he’s surprised by my resting against his side, he doesn’t show it. After a few minutes, he wraps his arm around me and starts trailing his fingers lightly up and down the exposed skin of my shoulder. The teasing touch has me so distracted I can’t focus on the movie at all. Instead, I turn and study his profile. The strong line of his jaw, that perfectly straight nose. The way his pulse thrums in his neck. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.
He turns and looks down at me, smirking when he catches me looking at him. Before he can say anything, I close the small distance between us and kiss him. His hand moves from my shoulder to my cheek, then threads through my hair so he can hold me to him. He deepens the kiss, devouring me. I moan into his lips, loving the feel of him. Wanting more, feelingemboldened, I crawl into his lap and whip my shirt up and off. Then crush my lips back to his.
His big hands come down on my hips, holding me in place on top of his rock-hard shaft. I wriggle, trying to rock against him, but he holds me steady. I whimper, wordlessly begging. He kisses me like he wants to crawl inside me. His tongue sweeping in and owning mine. I meet his motions, mimicking them as he takes complete control of me.
“Harrison,” I moan into his lips. “Please…”
“Angel, you’re killing me,” he says, breaking our kiss and resting his forehead to mine. His green eyes burning bright with lust.
“Consider this me instigating,” I say, rocking my hips as best I can with him holding me in place. He lets out a low hiss, then flips us until I’m flat on my back on the couch.
“Are you sure?”
I bite my lower lip and nod. “So sure.”
Harrison makes quick work of stripping me of the rest of my clothes. I’d feel self-conscious, except the way he’s looking at me says it all. He loves what he sees. He wastes no time crawling over me and licking first one nipple, then the next. I gasp at the contact; I’ve played with my nipples myself—of course—but nothing has ever felt as good as his mouth on me. Even his fingers tweaking my nipple is better.
He switches back and forth, licking and sucking, nipping and pinching. My pussy clenches emptily, and for the first time in my life, I’m desperate to be filled. I want to know what it feels like to have Harrison buried deep inside me. I rock against him, moaning at the friction of my wet folds against his clothed cock. The juxtaposition of having him fully clothed while I’m naked is hotter than I could’ve imagined.
I’ve written it in books before, but the reality is so much better than my imagination. All of this is better than myimagination. In fact, I’m starting to realize how uninspired my imagination really is. Especially when Harrison slowly starts kissing his way down my body and his tongue lashes out, licking my pussy.
My hips punch up without my permission at the first contact of his tongue on my clit. Then he’s working my sensitive nub with his tongue like it’s his new favorite toy while he holds me down so I can’t jerk away.
“Oh God, Harrison…” I moan.
“You’re so fucking responsive, angel.” He flicks his tongue against my clit again and I shudder. “Going to eat this hot little pussy until you cover my face in your honey.”
Ohmygod.
He licks and sucks my clit, finding exactly what I like, and then he does it over and over. Licking the side of my clit while sucking lightly. It’s absolutely maddening. Before long, I’m moaning and trying to wriggle away from the intense sensation.
“Ah ah ah. This is mine,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Fuuucckk…” I moan as my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. He doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking. And licking. And licking until I’m completely mindless. My throat is rough from crying out, and my clit is so sensitive that I twitch with even the slightest touch.
“Delicious.”
I collapse back onto the couch, thoroughly satisfied, yet, strangely still hungry for more. Harrison stands and quickly strips out of his clothes until he’s standing naked before me like a fucking god. Jesus, he’s ripped. I’m surprised that he’s got tattoos. I don’t have time to look him over nearly as much as I want because he’s crawling over my body, resting his hard length in the cradle of my thighs.
His lips press to mine, and I hungrily kiss him, tasting myself on him and not hating it. He pulls back and reaches between us to line his cock up with my entrance. I must make some kind of face because Harrison gives me a questioning look.
“Are you okay?”
I chew on my bottom lip wondering if I should tell him I’m a virgin. I mean… it doesn’t change anything for me. It’s going to be the same regardless of if he knows or not. What if he doesn’t like the thought of devirginizing someone? Will he stop? Will I miss this opportunity? Something that I want… badly.
“Uhm… I’m a… virgin. I should’ve told you that,” I say in a rush. I lift my hips, rubbing my wetness along his hard shaft, showing him that it doesn’t matter to me, that I want this. I want him.
