I searched her shoulders for knots and found several, rubbing out the tension. I dug into one spot. “That’s the book.” I found another. “That’s the archiving work.” I moved around. “Here’s Collette and George.”
She gasped as I found a particularly large knot and rubbed it out. “Ah, there’s Harrison,” I teased.
“No. I find the tension I carry for you is a lot lower,” she whispered.
Her eyes were closed, and I placed a soft kiss on her temple. “That’s a shame. All I ever want to do is make you feel good.”
“This is an excellent start.”
I kissed down the side of her neck exposed to me to her shoulder. My right hand went back to her collar and reached into her bra. I pulled out her breast and rolled her nipple gently in my fingers. She felt better than all my wildest fantasies. I fought to go slow and luxuriate in her body when my own was desperate to take her apart piece by piece until she couldn’t speak.
“I’m never going to make it through this night,” she said, pained.
“I want you so out of your mind, you can’t think. Only feel.”
“How can you be so patient? Haven’t you felt … haven’t you wanted this for months?”
“So long. That’s why I can’t rush it.”
I pushed her shirt and bra down so her arms were trapped, but her breasts were free. I moved to sit on the bed, bringing her forward to stand in front of me. I rubbed my lips over her nipples, one at a time, then pushed them together so I could lavish both at the same time. There was no way this felt better for her than it did for me. She put her hands on my head and pulled me closer.
Maybe I was wrong. I sucked one breast until she groaned louder. I freed her arms by sliding her top down over her jeans and unhooking her bra. I ran my hands over every inch of exposed skin, my head at just the right height. Her skin was warm and soft and smelled lightly of vanilla and laundry detergent. I nuzzled just above her belly button, breathing out as I reached for the button of her jeans.
My tongue trailed along her stomach, hips, and ribs, teeth occasionally scraping to cause a gasp above my head.
“I don’t think I can stay standing much longer.” She sighed.
“Perfect.” I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back on the bed. I pulled her jeans off, leaving her only in black lace underwear. I lowered my mouth to her sweet cunt and put my whole mouth over her, breathing my hot breath onto her.
She groaned and arched up into me. Goose bumps broke out over my body. I gripped her hips and rested my forehead against her abdomen.
“Harrison. Please get naked.”
“Love, I’m hanging on by a thread. These clothes are the only thing keeping me sane.”
“Let’s get crazy.” She arched up again, and the sweet smell of her desire engulfed me.
I groaned and pressed my nose and mouth over her core again. “Behave,” I commanded, letting my low voice vibrate through her. “You’ve been doing so good. Don’t want to start misbehaving now.”
“I don’t think there’s a right answer to that.”
She writhed under me. I slowly, torturously peeled back the last piece of fabric that kept her from me. I drew it down her legs, kissing every inch of her along the way.
“Harrison,” she moaned.
I smiled as I nipped my way back up her body.
I stood up to see her in all her absolute gorgeousness. She was naked and perfect, sprawled on the bed. I was dizzy and overwhelmed and on fire. I palmed myself, pushing roughly to get my erection under control.
“Please,” she begged.
“We’ve only just begun, Francesca.” She watched my hand as I worked myself over my clothes. Her nipples were hard, feet kicking her up higher into the middle of the bed. I took a breath to steady myself before I kneeled on the bed. I inched closer, grabbing her ankles to rest them on my shoulders. I brushed up and down her long legs, trying to memorize every moment of this.
Rush nothing. Remember everything.
I would be the best distraction ever. She would be so out of her mind she couldn’t possibly worry about a single thing. This was what I was made to do. When the pressure got too high, I was the release valve. This was my purpose.
I lowered to her core and licked. I listened to every hitch of breath. I paid attention to every sighed demand.
