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His bare chest.
Oh gods. Did we have sex last night?
I couldn’t remember past throwing up all over Harris’s shoes. The rest was a very dark blank in my throbbing head. I should probably never drink again. I wasn’t good at it, which was made blaringly obvious by waking up in bed with a guy who didn’t want me.
While my hands pressed into Harris’s chest, I tried to take stock of my body. If we’d had sex, then my body would be feeling it this morning. Right? My head felt like it was going to explode through my eyeballs, and my stomach had seen better days, but other than that I didn’t hurt anywhere else. Well, anywhere that counted.
Letting out a relieved breath I tried to push out of Harris’s hold, only for him to move closer. How the hell was that even possible? His leg spread over my own without much difficulty, his hair-roughened thigh pressing right against my suddenly drenched panties. My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from moaning at the exquisite, nearly blinding pleasure that small contact created deep inside of me.
“Mm,” Harris groaned, his eyes opening to half-mast. “Hey, sweetness.” His head started to shift on the pillow and before I could comprehend that he was going to kiss me, his lips were already skimming over my own.
I wanted to push him away. Wanted to jump up and run, to put as much distance as I possibly could between the two of us. Other parts of my body were vetoing that option, however, as I gave in and kissed him back.
His taste exploded on my tongue, and I realized I’d forgotten how good of a kisser he was. I’d forgotten that he’d taught me how to kiss. I’d fucking forgotten that he could make me lose all sense for time
or reason with just the barest touch of his mouth to my own. I’d forgotten, but he was quickly reminding me of everything.
Harris skimmed his tongue over my bottom lip, soothing the small wound I’d caused when I’d bitten it earlier. Without thinking, my hands moved from his chest to wrap around his neck, my fingers thrusting into his hair to hold him in place as I kissed him back, demanding he give me everything he had to offer.
A growl left him and he pulled back, only to shift us so that I was on my back and he was right between my legs. Through his boxers I could feel exactly how into the kiss he was and my panties only grew wetter as he pressed down in exactly the right spot to make me see stars. My hold on his hair tightened and I pulled him back down for another kiss that stole both our breath.
Big, hot hands weren’t idle. They skimmed down my sides until they reached the end of my shirt—his shirt. When had he put his shirt on me? The answer didn’t matter when his hands caressed up underneath it, scalding the skin on my stomach until he found my bra. I was mindless, so lost in the kiss that a bomb could have gone off outside and I wouldn’t have noticed. My aching head didn’t even register as he unsnapped my bra and then filled his hands with my aching breasts.
“Yes,” he groaned as he trailed kisses from my lips, down my jaw and to the collar of his shirt. “Fuck, yes.” His voice was almost animalistic as he released me to jerk the shirt open.
I didn’t try to stop him but didn’t move to help either, too afraid I’d get in his way when he was doing such a good job anyway. When the shirt was open, minus a few buttons that had gone flying across the room, he stopped. Stopped moving, stopped breathing. His aquamarine eyes ate up the sight of my exposed flesh, making me proud of my many assets in a way I’d never been before.
Then his dark head was lowering, his scruff rubbing over my sensitive flesh, making gooseflesh pop up all over my body before his lips even touched the globe of my left breast. I cried out as his lips caught my nipple and sucked on it long and hard. “Harris…” I moaned his name as he caught my other breast and massaged it roughly. My hips moved, seeming to have a will of their own, arching up against him in a desperate act to find the release that was building deep inside at the speed of a runaway train.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He switched breasts so that my right nipple was now in his mouth and he was massaging my left.
“P-please,” I whispered, trying to find the right pressure to make the ache between my legs go away.
His head lifted and he stared down at me with desire-glazed eyes for a long moment before capturing my lips in a long, hard kiss. His hands moved from my breasts lower until he reached the top of my panties. “I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he breathed when he broke the kiss.
“Me too,” I confessed, too lost in the moment to care what I was saying. “Please, Harris. I need you.”
“You have me, sweetness. I’m right here.” He started to move so he could pull my panties off, but before he could get far he made a growling noise in the back of his throat and tore the sides away. In the next moment cool air hit my overheated pussy. It was such a shock to my burning body that I couldn’t contain the small gasp of pleasure.
Harris left me then. He kissed his way down my stomach and over my thighs. I felt his thumbs rubbing little circles on the inside of each one as he urged me to part my legs farther for him. There was no time to be nervous or scared. That just wasn’t possible with Harris. His mouth kissed the inside of my left thigh, then the right and with my next inhale he was tonguing my pussy.
My hands reached out, needing something to hold on to. There was nothing but covers and I grabbed hold, twisting them in my fists as I came all over his tongue.
“That’s it, sweetness. Give me all that honey.”
I could only pant his name, my entire body shaking with the reaction from the intensity of my first orgasm since January. There was no time to come down from the high of my release. Harris was already working me back toward another one with his fingers as he teased my opening. I whimpered when he thrust a little deeper with his middle finger, enjoying the invasion.
“I can’t hold back, Lucy.” His face was tense, his body radiating with his need for me.
Seeing the desire in his eyes, the way his entire body seemed to bow toward my own, was empowering. I didn’t think about what I was doing, didn’t stop to question anything that was happening right in that moment. I reached for him through his boxers with one hand while I started pushing the material off his hips with the other.
He was bigger than I remembered, my hand barely able to wrap around his thick shaft. I could already feel the dampness from his pre-cum even before I got his boxers off. Harris helped me get them over his engorged flesh and then kicked them the rest of the way off. Groaning, he lowered himself until he could kiss me again, his hand covering my own over his flesh as I stroked him.
“P-please,” I whimpered against his lips. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and moved my hand away. I felt him position himself at my opening, and I spread my legs wider in welcome as he started to push into me.
Nothing could ever compare to how good it felt to have Harris inside of me. To feel him stretching the delicate tissue hidden deep inside, to know that he was the only man to ever touch me, to ever make me feel like this, was mind blowing. His hips shifted, slowly rocking back and forth, giving me a little bit more of himself at a time. I wanted it all, wanted him to be a part of me. Now.
