"Yet a new piece of clothing. Can I rip this one as well?"
"No. I need to have something warm to put on."
"Fine."
He unhooked the front and revealed her breasts. As soon as the cold air hit them, they pebbled hard.
Harbin didn't bother with any preamble. Instead, he started licking and biting the hard nipples. She arched into him, crying out as he kissed and caressed her.
"You really do like my breasts," she said.
"Oh yes. They are my favorite."
He started pressing his kisses down her stomach. "Though I like this right here too," he said, kissing her right at her hip. She wiggled and moaned as he pulled the pants down. The cool air hit the top of her thighs, and she shivered. He was both slow and eager. It was very stimulating how he moved.
Like he wanted her so much, but he restrained himself.
He stroked along her legs and hips. Every touch from his giant hands felt both rough and soft. The mixed textures added a layer to each contact like she wasn't sure if it would be smooth or rough, and it made more anticipation.
So unusual to her--the idea of anticipating a caress.
Yet here she was, anticipating his touch, desperate to feel it.
His fingers got closer to her center, and the anticipation built with every subtle touch. Finally, he slid his thumb along her folds, and she moaned as he bumped her clit.
"You like that spot."
She groaned.
"Like this?" he asked and caressed it again, with a little more pressure.
She cried out as he brought her closer to orgasm.
"The good noises," he said, sounding very proud of himself.
She panted and pushed her legs wider.
He leaned in and started teasing her with his tongue.
The combination of both sent her over the edge, and she cried out. As she did, he slid a finger inside her and started pumping in rhythm. The orgasm became even more intense until she finally crested. Then, she flopped back, feeling like she'd turned into jelly, seeping into the rocks.
"Oh my," she whispered, her hand on her brow.
"We're not done," he said as he moved back up her body, laying more kisses along her stomach and chest as he did.
"You seem to be enjoying this a lot. Have you always liked sex?"
"No. Did not matter before."
"What is the difference now?" she asked as he positioned himself in between her legs.
"I thought that would be obvious to you," he said as he shoved himself inside.
She cried out.
The feeling of him filling her felt so incredible. It didn't matter how many times they had sex. She felt so fulfilled each time. Even before they were done. And they were not done, not yet.
He slowly increased his tempo inside her as he began to move.
