My heart swells in my chest. I love this man so much.
Harrison walks me backward toward the bed with his lips locked on mine and his hands full of my behind. The second we entered the penthouse, our clothes were ripped off in a frenzy as we attempted to navigate toward the bedroom.
Now, I can feel him trying to slow things down as he picks me up and lays me on the bed. He’s standing at the end, breathing heavily, staring at me like he can’t believe I’m actually here.
“How did I ever live a life without you?” Harrison whispers, and I roll my lips to hold back my tears.
I need to get myself sorted.
I can’t continue crying all night…only being here again with the love of my life has me feeling completely overwhelmed.
Harrison walks to his side of the bed, and I track his every move and muscle that flexes, staring at his new tattoo. It’s absolutely beautiful…it’s my new favorite thing about him.
He shuts off the lights and gets in bed. I turn on my side, mimicking him, and he pulls me tight to his chest. The familiar feeling of us skin to skin warms my soul, and I can feel the power of our love when he presses his lips against mine.
“We’ll go to your mom’s tomorrow and bring the rest of your stuff back. Besides the few pieces Claud stole, most of it is untouched in the closet.” He smiles against my lips. “I found her playing Barbies in her room, wearing one of your dresses.”
“You should have taken a picture. I hate that I missed it.” That’s a core memory we should have experienced together.
“You’ll have the rest of your life to make memories with her, baby. Don’t worry.”
Harrison pulls back and sweeps the hair off my forehead, studying my face. Our eyes are locked while my hands roam over his skin, tracing his broad chest and chiseled stomach, then up through the light dusting of chest hair. “I missed you so much,” I mutter.
He palms my nape, running circles with his thumb over my beauty mark, then leans in and rests his forehead against mine. “I never want to feel broken again. You’re my other half. I can’t live without you, Juliette. Tu me complètes.”You complete me.
He kisses me, and it turns desperate quickly. His groin tilts up, and I feel his erection against me, leaving a trail of pre-come as we begin to rock into each other.
“Harrison,” I moan.
He picks up my leg and throws it over his hip, opening me up wide, then swipes his fingers through my core and slides two fingers deep inside of me.
“Ah.” I wince.
He brushes a few kisses across my face as he picks up speed. “Relax. I need to warm you up, baby. You’re too tight.”
He slides his thick fingers out, and we both watch with open mouths when he easily glides through my rush of wetness.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he whispers.
“Harrison. Now,” I whimper. There’s just something about him turned on and staring at my sex that has me feeling desperate.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and puts them to my lips. “Suck.”
I smirk, then wrap my mouth around his fingers, deep-throating them in one pass, twirling my tongue on the way up. “You like that, H?” I purr when he moans loudly.
“Such a good girl, Jules. Taste yourself, and suck those fingers dry,” he demands, then lifts my legs and positions himself at my entrance.
He pauses. “My leg feels fine, Harrison. I promise.” I lean in and peck his lips, and that’s all he needs to hear.
He surges forward, impaling me in one swift movement. I screw up my face and throw my head forward, resting it on his shoulder. Shit, that burns.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He stills, rubbing my back.
“Couldn’t you have had a normal-sized dick, or I’d even be good with a medium size,” I mumble into his skin.
He chuckles deeply. “Thank fuck, I don’t.”
He slides out slowly, then pushes back in a few times until he senses I’m open and relaxed for him. “Put your foot up on my thigh,” he murmurs but decides quickly I’m not spread open enough. He runs his hand up the side of my thigh and grips the back of my knee, pushing my leg up and apart, testing all my dancer flexibility.
