He brings his eyes to mine as he lifts my feet onto the edge of the island. My legs fall open for him.
His hand returns, and he growls, “So wet for me,” before slipping a finger inside.
I rock against his palm.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand,” he commands before claiming my mouth.
Our tongues tangle as his fingers pump in and out of me at a leisurely pace.
I can feel the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
I’m so close, and he knows it.
He breaks the kiss and drops to his knees.
My hands go from his shoulders to his hair as his mouth wraps around my clit.
“Oh my God,” I breathe.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he whispers against me. Then his eyes come up to meet mine. “So sweet.”
My fingers tangle in his hair, and I arch back against the cool granite.
He gives my clit a few more quick licks, then sucks the bundle of nerves between his teeth.
That’s all it takes. My legs begin to shake as the orgasm washes over me. Porter brings his free hand to my stomach and holds me in place so I don’t fly off the island as he continues to lap at my core until the last tremble runs through me.
“Geezus,” I murmur as I loosen my grip on his hair, and he stands.
Then, before I have a chance to catch my breath, he’s lifting me and carrying me to the bed.
I fall back against the mattress, and he can’t even get his shirt over his head before I sit up in front of him and take hold of the top of his jeans.
“Harleigh,” he rasps as I slide his zipper down slowly.
He’s hard and ready as I reach in and release him from his boxer briefs.
I hold the base with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Rubbing my thumb over his crown and through the drop of clear fluid. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.
He holds my gaze as I bite down on my bottom lip, and I drink in the sight of him.
The broad width of his chest and shoulders, chiseled ab muscles, lean hips, powerful thighs, and the look of pure need on his face as his eyes bore into mine.
His hands thread into my hair, and he wraps the long strands around his fist as I lick his tip, lapping up the salty taste of him.
I moan, and the heat in his eyes intensifies. I lick him again, letting my tongue roll around the swollen head a few times before opening my mouth and sucking him deep.
I keep my fingers wrapped around him, and his grip in my hair holds my head in place as he thrusts his hips, sliding in as far as he can go.
I bring my other hand up to knead his balls as he moves in and out of my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” he says as he hits the back of my throat, and the speed of his thrusts increases.
His free hand caresses my jaw.
“I’m going to come,” he warns.
His breath quickens.
