“Mm, I thought you didn’t get jealous?” I mumble against his lips.
He pulls back, and his eyes rake down to my chest, and his cock jumps slightly in appreciation. “I’m not.” He reaches out and cups both my breasts. “Or maybe I am only with you. When I realized it was you tonight, even though I was pissed, I still lost my mind when any other men looked at you on the dance floor in that white virginal dress.”
“Virginal dress?” I giggle.
“Yes. It’s going in the trash after tonight.” He leans down, taking one breast in his mouth, and he begins sucking hard.
My eyes close, and a loud moan slips through my lips as his teeth scrape across my pointed nipple.
“So sensitive,” he groans, then trails his open-mouth kisses down my stomach and along my waistline. Spreading my leads wide, he’s able to position his body between them, continuing his kisses down to my inner thigh.
My breaths are deep and fast, and I quiver with an unfamiliar desire. It’s taking all my might not to arch my hips into his face.
His lips trail over my small red scar, still not fully healed, then moves over to where the second scar takes up a majority of my hip.
I close my eyes and suck in a breath. I was hoping he would ignore them. They’re an insecurity I’m not ready to explore, especially against his flawless body. Thankfully, he doesn’t pry, but before returning to his mission, he kisses them again and whispers,beautifulagainst my skin.
There’s no time to think about his actions because his head leans forward to my sex, inhaling deeply before closing his eyes and letting out a loud guttural groan.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I clench on instinct, and he doesn’t miss it. His nostrils flare in appreciation, and I can tell he’s beyond turned on by it.
His fingertips brush against my center, and his eyes snap to mine when he slides two thick fingers inside me. “Clench again, baby,” he demands.
I do. Twice. He hisses his approval each time, then begins to really work me with his fingers, in and out, in and out.
“Such a good girl,” he growls, then adds a third, picking up speed.
My legs drop wide and open for him as my arousal echoes through the room. I’m wetter than I ever thought possible and can feel the evidence dripping down to my behind. My body starts to shudder as the oncoming feeling of the most intense orgasm I will probably ever have creeps up my spine. I reach out and try to grab on to something. The sheets, Harrison…anything.
He drops his face and licks up my whole center, then focuses on my clit, over and over with his thick tongue.
“Oh…ah. I’m going to come.”
I wish I could hold it. I want this feeling to last forever.
My god, please, don’t let it stop.
“Is this how you like it, babe?”
“I don’t know. Yes?” My head flies back, and I see stars, oh yeah, just like that. “Yes, this is exactly how I like it.”
“You don’t know?” I don’t answer, too lost to my pleasure. “Juliette,” he growls against my clit, and it vibrates deep into my core. “Answer me.”
“My ex didn’t like going down on me. Now shut up,” I arch my back, and he laughs darkly, rubbing his fingers against my g-spot, and sucking my clit hard between his lips.
I cry out, and my body starts to convulse violently as my orgasm rips through me. My toes curl, and I grab Harrison’s hair, rocking my sex into his mouth until the very last second. Then I collapse, and I think I’ve gone to heaven.
I should feel embarrassed that it took less than a minute, but I have zero ability whatsoever to care, especially when I can see how turned-on Harrison is.
He sits up in a rush and quickly tears open a condom. I’m enamored as I watch him roll it on. Why does this all feel so new to me?
There’s something about being with this man that makes me feel like I’m experiencing sex for the first time.
Or maybe, in a way, I am since he’s the first experienced person I’ve been with.
“Your ex is a fucking prick, by the way. Though I’m happy he missed out on the most delicious pussy on the face of this earth.”
