Tall, tan, and toned muscles, with a dusting of hair that trails down his body over his defined abs.
I reach forward, and my palms skim over his broad, bare shoulders, following the small goose bumps that rise under his skin.
He’s the type of man you read about in books or visualize when you’re alone. Men like Harrison are not supposed to be real.
But yet, here he is, sex personified…and I’m living out every girl’s fantasy.
“This needs to come off now.” He grabs the hem of my dress, pulls it over my head, and curses loudly.
“Are you kidding me right now?” he says more to himself while he traces his fingers over my lace lingerie.
It’s not often I splurge, but there’s something about putting on lingerie for yourself and feeling sexy.
It’s empowering.
Tonight’s bra is see-through, with light pink hand-stitched rosettes and a white lace trim. The panties are a matching pink lace. Innocent with sex appeal.
His eyes trap mine, and my breath falters. “You’re beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He cups my breast, and it’s as if he’s lost in his own world.
It shouldn’t, but tonight feels more intimate than it should. If he hadn’t mentioned one night, I would have sworn this could be the start of something extraordinary.
Maybe because it’s more than just sexual chemistry, it feels different. We spent that night together at the party, completely enamored with one another, talking for hours.
And tonight…I feel that spark ten times more than before.
Harrison kicks off his shoes, unbuckles his pants, and begins to pull them down, along with his briefs.
Thump…thump…thump.
My heart is in my throat, and my sex is on fire.
Everything about this man is a turn-on. I can almost smell his desire from here as I watch this perfect specimen in front of me take the most enormous cock I’ve ever seen in his hands, tugging at it with hard strokes. It’s long and thick, with dark trimmed public hair at the base.
My mouth falls open, and I stand there in shock.
With every stroke, the head begins to swell, and I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.
When I realize I’m practically drooling, I slam my mouth shut, and the fluttering nerves take over my stomach.
Harrison steps into me, his cock pressing against my stomach. I can feel his wet pre-ejaculate spread across me when he lightly pumps his hips, reaching around to unsnap my bra, “That’s better,” he whispers softly against my ear. “After I fuck you, I’m going to fuck these.” He pulls my nipple hard in the best way.
“Harrison…” My voice trails off.
“What is it?” He pauses. “Why are you suddenly nervous?”
“I’ve only been with two people,” I blurt quietly.
Way to ruin the moment…how lame can I be?
“What?” He leans back. “Two?”
I shrug, embarrassed. “I told you…I’m not that type of girl.”
“Fuck.”
Oh no. “I-I?—”
He pushes me onto the bed and crawls up my body, coming nose to nose, with a cocky grin plastered on his face, “You have no idea how sexy that is to me, do you?” He smashes his lips against mine. “And fuck, there’s something inside me wishing there weren’t even two people at all,” he mutters. “You taste good, Jules. I love kissing you.”
