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That feels pretty damn good.
Chapter Eleven
Adalee
After lunch is squared away, I make my way upstairs. When I’m sure that no one is looking and that there’s no chance of me being spotted, I knock on Harrison’s door. I hope that if anyone is watching the security cameras, it will look like I’m stopping by with some sort of homework question. I have a notebook with me just in case. It’ll be a good excuse, and an easy way to express why I bothered showing my face at his place.
Harrison opens the door and lets me inside. As soon as it’s closed, he pushes me against the door and just starts kissing me.
Everywhere.
He kisses my ears and my neck and moves down to my breasts. I drop the notebook, no longer keeping up any sort of pretense as to why I’m here, and he slips a hand between my legs and starts rubbing me over the clothes.
It doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past.
It doesn’t matter that this thing between us can’t last.
The only thing that matters is right here, and right now, and what I want, more than anything else, is Harrison inside of me.
I drop to my knees in front of him and reach for his pants. He stands perfectly still as I unbutton his pants and pull them down. Tugging his underwear to his ankles, I look up at him. He’s watching me, but I’m totally focused on his dick.
Seriously, that thing is fucking gorgeous.
I reach forward, pressing my lips to his cock, and I start sucking. He groans, bracing his hands against the door, and I smile to myself. There’s nothing quite as wonderful as making someone groan and moan. I love it. I love that. I love all of the noises he’s making right now as I touch him.
I suck harder, deeper, faster, but soon he steps back, pulling himself away from me. I groan in protest, but Harrison comes down to the floor and grabs me, kissing me.
“I want you,” he whispers.
“I want you, too.”
“Adalee...I want you to ride me.”
So, it’s something I’ve never done before, but that’s okay, right? There’s got to be a first time for everything. Besides, I’m not about to tell him that I’ve never done this before.
Karen has a saying: fake it ‘til you make it. I don’t know that I’ve ever actually implemented this before, but I’m more than happy to pretend that I know what I’m doing if it means getting him off.
Well, and getting myself off, too.
I push him back on the floor, but I don’t say anything. Instead, I just fucking look at him. It’s not fair that Harrison is so damn beautiful. He’s gorgeous, which is totally unfair for a guy. Guys are supposed to be normal looking.
They aren’t supposed to be so very pretty.
I kiss Harrison, and as we’re kissing, I wiggle out of my clothes. I hope I’m being seductive with this, but I don’t know if I am or not. Either way, I’m getting out as quickly as possible, and as soon as I’m free from my own pants and panties, I climb over him, straddling him.
Harrison and I have a bad habit of not getting all of the way naked before we make love, but that’s only because we waited so damn long for this. Now it seems like anything that causes us to wait even a little bit longer becomes impossible.
“Ad
alee,” he murmurs. “You’re fucking perfect.”
With that, I slide down onto him. He fills me up, and I lean down and kiss him. He grabs my hips, pulling me down and pushing me back up in time with his own thrusting. I grab his shoulders as we kiss in this moment, and somehow, this feels like the most intimate damn thing we’ve ever done.
More intimate than the blowjob.
More intimate that making love in the attic.
Somehow, this moment between us is everything I’ve ever hoped for and so much more.
