Kissing and licking my way down her body, I kneel on the marble shower tiles beneath us, lifting one of her legs, perfectly perching it over my shoulder.
Giving me a full view of her pussy, she uses her hand to spread herself wide for me.
"I love the taste of you." My words are soft as I glide my tongue softly and slowly over her clit, causing her nails to dig into my shoulder with her free hand. "So sweet," I say, and boy, do I have a newfound sweet tooth for this woman.
"Right there, Harley. Don’t stop," she begs me, speaking in between moans, her chest rising and falling, with her bare back pressed up against the cold surface behind us.
I slide one finger inside of her, circling my tongue on her clit as she throws her other leg over my shoulder, placing her entire weight on my body. I’m all but suffocated by her, and if I died right now, I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
Her hands are pulling at my hair as she steadies herself.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good on me," she says, legs tensing around my neck. Knowing how much she’s enjoying this makes me want to do it forever.
"Don’t stop. Please." I love when she begs for me. Her breathing intensifies, and I don’t have to be told twice.
Her grasp on my hair tightens in one hand, while her other remains on my shoulder for leverage, nails sinking deeper and deeper. My cock is aching, eagerly wanting to replace my finger as it slides inside of her, but I can feel her swollen clit on my tongue and her pussy clench around my finger. I can’t bring myself to stop.
"Come for me, baby," I say to her, briefly breaking contact, and right on cue, she unravels on top of me.
Unravelsforme.
Her clit pulses on my tongue, her frame shivering on top of me. Her pussy wetter by the second, clenching around my finger.
Slowly steadying her legs back onto the ground one by one, my lips make their way back up her stomach toward her tits as my hands follow suit.
Our mouths fuse together, my hand resting comfortably, but firmly, around her throat.
"That’s my pretty girl," I whisper, and she chuckles, nibbling at my lower lip.
Taking back what’s mine, my mouth finds hers again, her hands gliding down my back.
"We’re just getting started." I smirk as I watch the way her hazel eyes widen, searching mine for reassurance.
"I’ll be gentle," I say, but only half of me wants to be gentle with her. The other half of me has animalistic tendencies that are eagerly wanting to take over and hope that she likes it.
"Don’t be gentle with me, Harley.Neverbe gentle," she replies, and those words might be the most beautiful words ever spoken.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock finds its way to her pussy, sliding past her lips, giving one hard thrust, coaxing a moan so loud I’m convinced the entire hotel can hear.
"Fuck me, Harley," she pleads.
Gripping her ass in my hands, I carry her back to the bedroom, throwing her body down onto the bed, and somehow manage to stay buried deep inside her.
"Tell me what you want." My voice is coarse. She refuses to break eye contact.
"I just want you," she says, but I need more.
Thrusting harder, she moans louder, her stomach tensing at the slightest touch, legs twitching as my hand grazes her now sensitive clit.
"Tell meexactlywhat you want," I echo, only slightly harsher than before. Her eyes flash away from me briefly, but I pull them back in my direction, noticing that they’ve softened, speckles of gold glimmering through them.
So innocent, and so sweet, yet, "I want you to fuck me, hard. I want you to make me come, then I want you to come in my mouth," she says, and I lied before.
Thosewords are the most beautiful words ever spoken. And at those words alone, I know I’m not going to last very long. My fingers grip firmly onto her hips before my cock makes its way back inside of her.
"So good," I groan as thrust into her, snatching the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air.
"Right. There. Please don’t stop. Never fucking stop, Harley."
