“I am,” I say with reverence. “It’s exactly where I want to be right now.”
Both literally and figuratively, I want to live in this moment for as long as possible.
My body shivers in pleasure with each pass of Harrison’s leisurely exploration.
“You cold?” he mumbles into the back of my neck, tickling my skin below his lips.
“No. I need you inside of me, Harrison. Please,” I beg over the loud explosions of beautiful fireworks in front of us. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to explode along with the show tonight, not you.”
He nips at my skin, then trails wet kisses along the sweep of my neck; at the same time, I feel him shifting his body to pull down his pants.
Arching my back, I make room for him, then when he’s ready, he grabs my hips and slowly guides me over his waiting cock. His swollen head coaxes me wide, causing my eyes to scrunch up at the burn.
“Easy, Jules. I didn’t warm you up enough tonight,” he warns, but my body isn’t listening.
I use my muscular thighs to take over and sink down onto him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and at the same time, I throw my head back onto his shoulder, moaning loudly from the intense, overwhelming sensation.
He’s massive, and it wouldn’t have mattered if he warmed me up more or not. It’s still the same feeling every single time we have sex.
Once I’m open for him, Harrison begins to move, and naturally, my hips rotate in sync with his.
“That feels good, baby,” Harrison mutters as he pumps me with unhurried thrusts.
He wraps his thick corded arm around my middle to hold me against his chest while his other hand has a tight grip on my hip, guiding me exactly how he wants it.
I lift my arm up and around his head, then turn into his neck, kissing him with an open mouth, peeking out my tongue to trace up along his skin just as he loves to do to me. Then I cup his cheek, turn his head, and kiss his red, plump lips with all my being.
The familiar burn starts to creep through my body, and I’m ready to let it go. It’s been lingering in my core for the last thirty minutes as Harrison teased me for what he called delayed gratification.
“Harrison,” I moan breathlessly against his mouth.
In front of us, bursts of colors are gaining momentum as they release into the sky.
“They’re almost at the finale,” Harrison calls over the increasingly loud booms. His hand snakes down between my legs, and I cry out in pleasure as he rubs my clit in a deep, pressured motion. His hips begin to pick up the pace, thrusting harder as the crescendo hits. “Yes, Jules. Let it go and show this city that when you explode, you’re more beautiful than any of these fucking fireworks.” He growls in my ear just as I scream my release, and my sex spasms around him, milking his own right out of him.
The telling jerk of his cock has barely finished when he flips me and glides me back over him, entering me quickly before he goes soft. Our eyes lock, and the same affection I felt earlier passes through us.
I cup his cheek and smile softly. “Harrison.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he whispers, then leans in and kisses me with a less animalist passion than usual.
This kiss is unhurried and full of warmth, and for the first time, we didn’t have sex…we made the best kind of love.
“Eat up.”
I look down at my pancake stack and can’t possibly eat one more bite without bursting out of my pants.
I shake my head. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
Harrison frowns and looks at my plate. “You never eat lunch, and you’re always starving.” He pauses to think. “I’ll have Lauren send you something later.”
“Don’t you dare make your assistant send me lunch, Harrison. I’ll die a million deaths of embarrassment.”
He looks at me deadpan. “Dramatic much?”
“I’m not kidding. Don’t do it. Go to the Hamptons to see Claud and pretend I eat three meals daily.”
