Her breath hitches.
“The way you hold yourself like you’re always worried the worst is about to happen,” I add, my mouth at her throat. “And the way you still show up anyway.”
Her eyes flutter. I tug the straps the rest of the way and let it fall to the floor. Harlow sucks in a breath like she’s bracing for my gaze to judge what I see.
It’s impossible to find anything but perfection in the woman before me. I hope she can see the gratitude in my eyes, because the universe just handed me something I don’t deserve, and I’m trying my best to be worthy of it.
“You’re perfect,” I say, my voice rough. “So fucking perfect.”
She trembles, and I kiss her again. Slow, deep, completely unhurried, letting myself get lost in her once again.
She makes a sound in my mouth, and I swallow it like it’s holy. My hands move over her back, her waist, staying gentle, staying sure, and when her hips press into mine, both of our bodies react like the same instinct lives in us.
I break the kiss to breathe in her ear.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, moving my hand to cup her through her panties. “Here. Can I?”
Her eyes are blown wide, but she nods, giving me permission.
I don’t waste a second. I kiss her once more before dropping to one knee in front of her. I take my time, leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her collarbone, pausing when I reach her perfect breasts.
I keep my eyes locked on hers as I flick her nipple with my tongue, before pulling it into my mouth, sucking on the already hardened peak. She arches into the contact, and I repeat the same treatment to the other side, using my free hand to squeeze the other.
I continue my path down her beautiful body, and when I place a kiss under her belly button, she sucks in a breath. I hook my fingers into both sides of her underwear and pull them down, baring her to me.
So fucking perfect.
I lean in, my tongue stroking her, and I can’t stop the groan that leaves me.
Harlow gasps, head tipping back as her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her.
I’m just fine with that.
I work her over with my mouth, bringing my hand up before sliding a finger inside her. She rocks against me, setting the pace. I follow her lead. Finding her clit, I close my lips around it, sucking gently while still moving my finger in and out.
She’s so fucking wet. So responsive.
When her hands fly up to cover her mouth like she’s embarrassed by her own sounds, I catch her wrists gently and pull them down.
“Don’t,” I murmur, kissing her knuckles. “I want to hear every sound you make.” She meets my gaze when I look up at her. “You gonna come for me?”
Her cheeks are flushed a pretty shade of pink, her breath coming in smaller and smaller pants. She’s close, and I want her to come on my tongue.
I lift one of her legs and drape it over my shoulder, giving me even better access. A few more strokes of my tongue working in time with my finger, and her body tenses before her release hits. She comes apart, my name on her lips, nails clawing at my shoulders.
She is absolute perfection.
Carefully, I put her leg back down, letting her breathing calm down to a normal rhythm, but Harlow doesn’t let herself take much of a break.
She moves her hands across my chest, working their way down my abs to the trail of hair leading to my jeans. I hiss a breath as she palms my hard cock through my pants before finally undoing the button and zipper.
I take them off, letting them join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
“You forgot something,” she says, her finger playing with the waistband of my boxers. Moving her toward her bed, where I lay her down carefully then crawl on top of her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, just to make sure that I don’t move this to anything she doesn’t want.
She lifts her hips, rubbing her perfect pussy over my swollen dick.
