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“You have the prettiest pussy, angel. I bet it’s the sweetest too,” he murmurs against my core before his tongue laps at my entrance. Slow and deliberate is his assault, dragging his tongue through my folds before flicking my clit and then sucking there. Stars explode, and it feels like fireworks are going off throughout my body—from my toes to bright flashes behind my eyes. I writhe in pleasure; his every flick, lick, and suck is electric, and I’m ready to shatter from the exquisite pleasure.
I thrust my hips up, not wanting this feeling to ever end, forcing him to suck harder. He groans—and the vibrations against my clit are exactly what my body needs to detonate.
I scream—literally scream—as I come. I grip the bedspread and thrash my head from the intensity of my orgasm.
Holy shit. I want to do that again!
“Harrison,” I moan, “I need you inside me.” If his cock is half as good as his tongue, he’ll rock my world—again.
“Elle … are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky, lips shiny from my pleasure. He’s leaning over me on his hands and knees, his cock thick and gorgeous against his abdomen, but his eyes are filled with desire and … care. If I say no, he will stop. Not that I want to do that at all, but it’s heady knowing that he would put my feelings before his own. He still cares for me. He’s still a gentleman, still the man I want to be with now more than ever.
I grab his nape in answer and drag him down for a kiss. His lips are firm, and I taste the whiskey he’s been drinking all night and a tanginess that is me. His mouth take command of mine, and I sigh at the sensation of his warm body, at knowing that Harrison James is finally going to fuck me.
I’m impatient in my desire for him, rubbing myself against him, and I shudder in bliss when his cock slides over my sensitive clit. But it’s not enough, I need to feel him fill me, need to feel him thrusting and coming with me.
“Baby, plea—” My words get stuck in my throat as he fulfills my unsaid wish.
He’s so big. The stretch is glorious, my walls contracting as he thrusts in a little deeper still. He’s taking it slow, letting me grow accustomed to his size before moving again. My body feels electric and I’m floating on a cloud of pleasure and desire, with lightning zapping everywhere our bodies touch.
“Harrison,” I say, tracing my hand over his stubbled jaw and pulling him toward me. “Kiss me.” I didn’t think his eyes could become more intense, but they do as he slows his thrusts and gazes at my mouth. His lips descend and claim me. This kiss isn’t soft and tentative, the way I always imagined his kisses would be. No, they’re dominant and controlling. And I lose myself. Lose myself in him, his embrace, in feeling euphoric being with Harrison. At finally knowing what it is to be loved by him.
“Elle, baby, you’re so tight,” he groans, and I can see the strain in his blue gaze as he holds himself back from not thrusting and fucking me hard.
“Fuck me, Harrison. I want to feel you for a week. I don’t want to forget what you feel like inside me.”
My words seem to snap the rein on his control. His lips capture mine and he hammers into me, hard. His tongue and cock claim me, and I’m not sure I’ll be the same Elle tomorrow morning. Not sure I want to be.
I lock my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight. Harrison’s hips piston, and with every upwards thrust, his pelvis grids on my clit and makes me see stars.
I’m full of him—everywhere.
My arms.
My pussy.
My heart.
Looking up into his magnificent eyes, I lose the battle to not come and cry out in pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, trying to keep him in me, on top of me, trying to make this climax last forever. And, when he gives a final hard thrust, his warm cum floods me. I hear his deep, pleasure-drenched moan as he stills above me, only to lean down and kiss me softly on the forehead.
I smile, my heart melting at his tenderness … maybe I’m a little in love with him.
CHAPTER10
What the fuck was that? I look down at the sated angel below me, a shy, sexy smile gracing her face. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smudged, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never snapped like that, never lost control during sex before, never had a need to.
But it wasn’t just sex, was it?
It was something else … a dream come to life. Not even my fantasies have been close to the reality of Elle.
Dropping down to her side, I’m scared that she’ll want to pull away. That this is only a sexual arrangement—like it’s supposed to be—even if that’s not what it is to me. It’s so much more than just sex.
I’m already halfway in love with her. Have been for years. Before I can panic about what we did and about the future, she surprises me by snuggling in closer. Her head fits under my chin against my chest.
“Can we do that again?” she whispers as she places soft kisses on my shoulder and collarbone.
I tip her head up so I can see her eyes. “Angel, we can do that any time you want.”
