His eyes met mine as he squeezed the soft flesh of my breast. He was staring at me like I was the only person in the world, and right then, I believed it.
The air left my lungs as I watched his head move forward and his mouth close over one nipple. When his tongue flicked the tight bud, it sent a pulse shooting straight to my center.
His mouth was warm and insistent as he sucked and teased, massaging my other breast with his free hand. I arched into him, melting underneath his touch.
My hips rocked against his erection, the thin fabric of his shorts leaving little to the imagination.
“Harrison,” I whispered. “You make me feel...”
He pulled away, his eyes locked on mine. “How do I make you feel?”
I rocked my hips against him and smiled.
“A lot,” I admitted.
His hands slid to my hips, pulling me tighter against him. “Like what?”
“You make me nervous,” I whispered.
“Don’t feel nervous,” he said, before taking my other nipple in his mouth.
“You make me happy,” I whispered.
He released my nipple, his mouth moving back to my lips.
“Me too,” he said, softly.
I was overwhelmed by both the tenderness of his touch and the sincerity of his words.
“And, currently, you’re making me feel wet,” I said, my voice low and throaty.
A slow grin spread across his face. “I should really do something about that.”
He picked me up and turned, laying me on the bed, then stripped off his swim trunks, leaving himself completely naked.
I stared at him and licked my lips. When he moved toward me I fell back, allowing him to hover over me.
“I can’t believe this is real,” I whispered.
He let out a soft chuckle. “Neither can I.”
With two fingers, he traced my stomach until stopping right at the top of my tiny bikini bottoms.
“Sure you don’t want me to stop?” he asked gruffly.
“I didn’t even want you to stop yesterday,” I breathed, arching my hips ever so slightly so his fingertips collided with the elastic of the pesky fabric that separated us. Then he moved his hand between us and gently slid my bikini bottoms down my thighs.
“I want to taste you,” he said, staring me in the eyes.
A pulse throbbed between my legs at his words. “I’m not going to object to that.”
He smiled. “Good.”
He gripped my thighs and spread them wide open. His warm breath on my sensitive skin sent shivers through me. It wasn’t just his touch that was driving me up the wall, it was the fact that it was Harrison. This person whom I had admired from afar, butnever dreamed I would actually get to touch. Now, here we were—me spread out before him, at my most vulnerable, and him on his knees ready for worship.
When his tongue finally came into contact with my skin, I nearly shot off the bed. I moaned when he brought his fingers up to brush my most sensitive spot, and almost lost it right there. He used his tongue and fingers to work me until I was panting and writhing on the bed.
When I thought it couldn’t get any better, he moved his fingers from my clit and slid them inside. He worked his tongue in time with his thrusts, and I felt myself climbing toward the edge.
