She smiled up at me. Her lips were wet with raindrops and her long dark hair fell in wet strands around her perfect face. “I’m all yours.”
I sighed and inhaled deeply, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. She grabbed my wet shirt and pulled me closer towards her. “Now take me inside.”
So preoccupied by the idea of this amazing girl being mine, I hadn’t even thought of making love to her. And now that I could, my body responded with an immediate need to be doing exactly that.
She led me to the bathroom where she turned on the shower and then turned to me. Her expression was determined, yet shy, her big, beautiful eyes not leaving my face as she slowly peeled the wet clothes from her body.
All. Of. Them.
My mouth dropped and I was unable to move, spellbound by the sight of her clothes disappearing from her body and dropping to the floor. She was glorious naked. Perfect. Flawless. Every curve. Every bare inch of her. From the rise of her breasts to the firm and taut plane of her flat stomach.
“Oh Harlow,” I murmured and stepped closer to her, looking into her eyes as she removed my t-shirt and undid my jeans. She pulled them down and then did the same with my boxers, her eyes wide when she saw me completely naked. She looked up at me and I shivered when she touched me.
We kissed and I pressed myself to her, pleasure flooding every pore and cell of my body. We kissed slowly, our fingers exploring the slick surface of our skin. She felt so good to touch. Warm and smooth. Her skin was flawless and sun kissed. But it was her gentle moans as she touched me that almost made me come undone.
She pulled away but took me with her as she stepped into the shower. The water was warm, a welcome contrast to the cold rain. I was desperate to be inside her but it was our first time and I wanted to make it last.
Now wasn’t the time to rush. Now was a time for making it last until we couldn’t stand it any longer. I had thought about making love to her a lot and now that it was actually happening, I was damned determined to make it better than any fantasy I’d had. I pulled her against me and kissed her again.
“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” I murmured, my hands finding the soft curves of her throat and her jaw. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
“I want you Heath,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine in response. “I want you so bad I can hardly stand it.”
Her hands slid over my hips and across my pelvis, her fingers wandering lower, sliding around my cock and gently squeezing. I exhaled deeply. Jesus, it was going to be hard to hold back.
“That feels so good.” I breathed hard.
“And this?” She took my hand and placed it between her legs. “Does that feel good? Feeling how wet you make me?”
She touched my fingers to her and dear god, she was so wet I had to fight off the urge to bend her over and slam deep into her.
“Oh baby you’re so wet,” I groaned, my voice raspy. “Let me be inside you.”
“Have you got any protection?” she whispered, her hand moving up and down the length of me.
Thank god there were condoms in the bathroom vanity. I grabbed one, ripped open the foil packet with my teeth and hastily rolled it over me. When I rejoined her under the spray she pushed me down so I was lying in the tub, my back against the porcelain as she straddled me. Strong thighs gripped me and suddenly I was right there, right at the beginning of her. She took me in her hands and slowly rubbed the head of my erection through the warm and soft folds of flesh. Oh God. Then slowly, very, very slowly, she placed me there and gently slid down the full length of me. Right to the very hilt.
She gasped as I stretched and filled her and I almost came because it was so damn intense.
She paused for a moment, her eyes closed and her muscles pulsing around the length of me. Then, opening her eyes she smiled and looked at me with smoldering intensity. Her eyes were dark pools of heat and desire. She moved and used her thighs to slowly lift herself up, dragging her tight flesh along the length of my erection before plunging back down again. I moaned and she fell forward to find my mouth, breathing hard between kissing me and moving up and down on my cock. It was excruciatingly exquisite. Like nothing I’d ever known.
“Baby if you keep doing that …” I moaned, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to hold on too much longer.
But she wasn’t going to stop. She rode me slowly, her eyes closed, her hips and thighs moving against me, her muscles milking me. Her head was tilted back. Her thighs were rock hard against me as she pressed harder. It was mesmerizing to watch. And I soaked it in. Spellbound by my beautiful girl, only momentarily distracted by the magical sensations racing throughout my body. Her brows drew in and her lips parted with a moan. Then she slowed, and her breathing became ragged as she rocked against me, grinding and pulsating. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torture. And just when I couldn’t hold back any longer her head fell back and she cried out in pleasure. I closed my eyes then, finally giving into the euphoria. Weeks of built up sexual inactivity let go in one massive orgasm. White light burst across my brain. Holy fuck!
It was like an immediate rush of some kind of drug in my veins. It filled me and took over me completely. It dropped my head backwards. Oh God, it felt so good! I didn’t move as it descended on me. Every part of me detonated with blinding pleasure.
Fuck.
Me.
I couldn’t move. Even as the pleasure slowly eddied away … my body was a rag doll.
It took Harlow leaning in and kissing me before I could function again.
I looked up at her and slid my teeth across my bottom lip. She smiled and I fell in love with her all over again.
We toweled off and headed to the kitchen to make coffee, still unable to keep our hands off each other, and then took our coffees to my bedroom where we lost our towels and I got to make love to this amazing girl again.
Afterwards, I watched her sleep as the rain rattled against my bedroom window. She was beautiful. I couldn’t believe how such an amazing girl could somehow be mine. She was too good for me. I knew that. But I would do everything in my power to make sure she never found out. I would treat her well. So well, she’d never want to leave me. Because I couldn’t bear the thought of ever hurting her. Or ever being apart from her. Not now. Not ever.
First up would be to remove anything that could complicate our relationship. That would include emptying out all the girls phone numbers I had stored in my cell. I wasn’t sure how many of them there were. Too many probably. And most of them had been one-night stands. But those days were behind me and from this point on I would be a one-girl guy. Forever.
Chapter Twelve HARLOW
I feigned the flu to get out of work and spent the next three days in bed with Heath. A cool front had moved in, bringing with it rain and wind and cold, grey days. Heath and I barely made it out of bed and we made love a disproportionate number of times. Sex with him was fast becoming an addiction I didn’t think I would ever be able to shake.
On the third day we ran out of condoms and ventured out into the grey day to visit the pharmacy. We took his Harley and he held my arms around his waist with one free hand as we slowly made our way through the streets. After making our necessary purchases, which included two boxes of condoms, two Gatorades and a handful of chocolate bars, we left. We had to pass his favorite tattoo parlor to get back to the bike and in a moment of craziness I dragged him inside.
“I’m going to get one,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I think its permanent,” he warned.
“Says he who has more pictures on him than the walls in the Louvre.” I pointed to the wall of designs. “I always wanted one. But I’ve never been inspired enough to get one.”
“And I inspire you to ink yourself?” He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.
“I want something to help me remember this crazy wonderful time. When I’m old and grey. I want to remember how incredible this felt.”