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He’s wearing his navy-blue dress pants—only his pants—and isn’t that fucking sexy? His dark hair is messy, his jaw stubbled, and I recall those short bristles against my thighs last night and shiver.
Oh my god! I must have fallen asleep last night. Harrison had been filling the tub and I’d ordered champagne and strawberries ... I am such a dope. Who falls asleep after great sex with the promise of round two? Me, apparently. I groan, lamenting my own stupidity, the time I’d wasted sleeping.
“Do you still need coffee to function in the mornings, or is it okay to talk to you?” Harrison’s deep voice rumbles from my right, and I roll to my side and sigh at his smile—it’s a thing of beauty this early in the morning.
I shove myself up, hoping it’s somewhat graceful, and lean back on my left elbow, looking at him sipping from his cup.
“I’m not sure. Why don’t we try a kiss and see if that doesn’t do the trick?” I tease, winking at him and biting my lip. I’m not normally this playful … but seeing him smile at my reply, his eyes crinkling up at the sides and shining with laughter makes me think he likes me this way—and I like myself this way too.
He places his cup on the windowsill and saunters over to me. Goddammit, when did Harrison grow up and become so … virile?He was hot when he was in college, but now … now he’s in another league.
Harrison is confident, masculine without being muscly, and— My mind freezes as he stops at the side of the bed, then runs his fingertips over my cheek before effortlessly drawing me up until I’m on my knees. I lean against his chest, and hold on to his hips as his mouth claims mine.
The taste of rich, sweet coffee and Harrison fills my mouth and I moan. Tightening my hold on his hips, I deepen the kiss. Stroking his tongue with mine, I hear and feel his answering groan against my chest a second before he lifts me out of the bed, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.
The cool kiss of his belt buckle against my already hot pussy is a shock and unexpectedly sexy.
Three steps backward and I’m almost ready to ignite from the glorious friction of his abdomen and buckle, but instead he sinks with both of us down onto the sofa. I’m still straddling his hips and can feel his magnificent bulge building. Just as I want to start rubbing against him, he lifts me and has me sitting with my back against the armrest and my legs over his to the left. My naked body on full display for him.
Harrison conjures a mug of coffee from somewhere as if by magic. “I know how much you like your dose of caffeine in the morning. I hope you still take it the same?” he says, rubbing small, sensual circles on my neck with the thumb of his left hand, while his right hand runs up and down my leg, traveling a little higher with every pass.
“Thank you,” I reply, placing a small kiss on his jaw before taking a sip. It’s not as hot as I like, but it hits that spot in my soul that needs it.
“It’s almost as good as a coffee-infused good-morning kiss,” I add, seeing humor in his dark blue eyes.
Running my hand through the hairs on his chest, I say, “You’ve changed so much. I almost don’t recognize the boy you used to be.”
His smile falters a little before he says, “For the best, I hope.”
“You’re a lot hairier than I remember.”
“I—”
“There’s nothing wrong with it. I like it. Gives off Geralt of Rivia vibes,” I say, loving the way his body feels and looks.
“I’m glad you like it. I used to wax it in college. Didn’t think girls would find me attractive otherwise,” he says quietly from above me.
“That’s stupid,” I say, hoping my smile shows how much I like him.
“I agree, which is why you get to see me in all my hairy glory.” He chuckles at his own joke. “Come on, finish up your coffee, and I’ll go start the jacuzzi again,” he says as he lifts me from his lap and places me back on the sofa. I smile at the sexy tent he’s sporting in his pants.
Placing the empty coffee cup on the table to my left, I get up onto my knees, pulling Harrison closer by his belt loops.
“We could use the jacuzzi after …” I say as I slowly loosen the top clasp of his trousers. He groans as I cup his cock through his pants.
“You promised,” I whine as I look up at him, pleading and tugging on his hard cock.
“I did, didn’t I? Who am I to tell you no, angel?” he concedes with a cheeky grin, and my smile beams up at him—but he steps back, away from me.
He moves back toward the bed, where he lets his pants drop, and I swallow at the beautiful sight of his cock. A small pearl of precum glistens at the top and I want nothing more than to lick him clean.
I must have licked my lips, because Harrison chuckles as he lies back on the sheets. He smiles and calls me to him, “Come sit on my face, angel. I want to taste you.”
My legs move before my brain knows what I’m doing, and suddenly I’m standing at the side of the bed. I’ve never done this before, and I’m a little uncertain of how to climb onto his face, really.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, Elle. Now climb on this bed and straddle my face,” Harrison says as he caresses my right leg, then tugs until I lift myself onto the bed and throw my leg over his face, facing his hard cock.
I feel utterly vulnerable and open, wanton. I can feel Harrison’s breath on my open pussy, feel his fingers digging into my thighs, as if he is scared I will pull away from him. His hips shift and his cock bobs against his abdomen.
