“I—”
“Please, Harry.”
“I’ve been tested,” he pants, looking down at me with searching eyes, looking for the doubt he’s expecting, but there is nothing but desperate need to be found.
I nod. “I’m on the pill.”
They were apparently the magic words because with the end of that statement, he surges his hips forward until he’s filling me completely. So full in fact that my breath no longer has space in my body and leaves me in a long, almost pained moan. His body weight blankets me, his thick cock fills me, his breath comes out ragged in my ear, and the warm moisture from our shower mixed with our sweat plasters us together. It’s overwhelming, it’s beautiful.
“You okay?” he whispers and I nod. “I’m going to move now.”
I nod again and feel my eyes rolling back when he slowly and carefully pulls nearly all the way out before sliding oh so gently back to me.
I’ve never had sex without a condom before, I always thought it wouldn’t make that much difference. I was wrong. I feeleverything. Harry and I are one as he starts picking up a steady rhythm, it’s not fast but he hits hard with each forward thrust, reaching a part of me no one has before. My hips roll, lifting to meet his and pulling back when he does.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear. “So fucking perfect.” He lifts up slightly and looks down our bodies to see where we’re connected, watching his length disappear into me. “Look how well you take me, Lisa. Look how fucking perfectly you fit me.”
“Oh, god.”
“You take me to heaven,” he rasps. “My perfect angel.”
My heart thrums, my body vibrating with the force of it, the force of his words. I feel it building in my core like thunder rumbling in the background. When he sinks all the way in and pauses, kissing me deep and moving up my body so his head is much higher than mine, his cock stays inside me but only halfway and his exposed shaft pushes against my clit. When he starts rocking again, I’m being rubbed inallthe right places.
“You feel that?”
“Oh my god,” I breathe. “Harry!”
“Hmmm,” he rumbles in my ear. “You gonna come for me again?”
“Yes!”
Lightning strikes. I combust, everything coming undone like a string being pulled tight, snapping to fall away, left to be taken by the wind. My orgasm leaves me boneless, unable to move when Harry adjusts his position again, pushing himself up so he can pump into me, bottoming out each time.
“I’m gonna come in you,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fill you up. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make such a fucking mess of you. And you’re just gonna take it, aren’t you?”
How many orgasms can the body take before it just goes into a vegetive state? Because I’m not sure I’m going to survive the one that’s threatening at my womb right now. I can only nod my head, my nails digging into the skin at his biceps.
“Good girl, such a good fucking girl.”
I’m done. I come again with a shuddering cry with his words ringing in my ears and the sight of him above me, a single bead of sweat on his temple as he fucks into me with abandon. He throws his head back and cries up to the ceiling, holding steady inside of me as he spills his hot load. Falling forward, he covers me, hands digging into my hair and lips moving over mine.
Through the walls we hear Harry’s neighbours loudly celebrating. “Ten, nine, eight…”
“I’m bringing in the new year how I plan on spending the majority of it,” Harry says against me. “Buried deep inside you.”
“That’s presumptuous,” I say but there’s no conviction behind it, only a yawn.
“Four, three, two, one!”
“Happy new year, Angel.”
“Happy new year, Frosty.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“But they don’t like me.”
HARRY
