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“You like it.” I don’t ask; I know.
“Love it.” She cradles her own breasts and gives the nipples a tweak, tossing back her head and digging her heels into the mattress.
Have I ever been with a woman who arouses me this much? If I have, she’s gone from my memory bank now, replaced solely by this one.
“I feel everything now. Every lick, every pull, every nip. My nipples and my clit seem connected, and every drag on one”—she pinches the hard tips again and groans—“pulls between my legs.”
As it should be. “How you going to hold up when I get my mouth down there, baby?”
Her lashes flutter. Her lips part. I’m enjoying the hell out of undoing strong-willed Harlow. “I’ll come hard.”
“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” I murmur as I take over pinching her taut beads.
Her nipples are probably reaching max stimulation, but I can’t quite let up. I toy and tease, just one more slow, soft pass of my tongue or a tiny brush of my knuckles over the tips. She shudders, writhing under me. She doesn’t need much stimulation now to feel my every caress, and watching the unvarnished reactions pass over her face is like magic. For sure she’ll be tender after her orgasm—and probably for the next few days. But I don’t want these sensitive buds so worked over that I can’t indulge in this oral treat again tomorrow.
Still, I’m reluctant to let up. The gentlest lick against them has her tensing and struggling to breathe. I exhale on them, kiss all around them, skim the barest touch over them. She closes her eyes, whimpers, and melts into the mattress.
This girl is so fucking responsive. She makes me feel less like a guy who knows his way around a bedroom and more like a man commanding his woman’s body. A few hours ago I would have resisted that idea. First, I’ve known how the female form works since Leilani Iosua during my tenth-grade season. I can get women off. But Harlow is different. This is so heady. And that’s scary. My whole attitude and approach to her feel oddly possessive. I’m not in the market for attachments. My life is too up in the air.
But everything about this woman sizzles me and fries my brain.
“Noah, show me how hard you can make me come,” Harlow says, her voice not quite even.
It’s not a demand…but it’s more than a request. I’m happy to oblige. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” I slide down her body, kissing my way across her tummy, then down again to that bare, puffy triangle of flesh, so wet now I can already see how slick and welcoming she’s going to be. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
When she does, my jaw nearly drops. She’s all pale and pink and perfect. If a pussy can be pretty, hers definitely is. Between the swollen lips, I see a hint of rosy folds and the tiny opening I’m desperate to fill with my cock.
I spread her open with my thumbs as I settle my shoulders between her thighs. I’m getting comfortable down here because I intend to stay until she cries for mercy. Maybe longer.
Under my hands, she’s turned still, anticipation freezing everything except the air shuttling in and out of her lungs. Those are working overtime as she stares my way. Yeah, she wants it. I can’t wait to blow her mind.
“I hope you’re a screamer,” I growl because I’m too aroused to find my normal tone of voice.
“Not usually.”
With a sly glance up her body, I zero in on her watchful gaze. “Let’s see if we can change that.”
Then words are no longer necessary, and I turn my attention to the pouting flesh inches from my lips. I’m practically salivating. She’s so ripe and juicy, and my oral addiction needs another fix, especially when I see how red and engorged her clit is before I’ve even touched it.
This is going to be so easy…and so satisfying.
I stroke my tongue through the furrow between her folds, ending at the apex. I lave the knot of nerves in a slow swipe that has her gasping and fisting the sheets. She grinds her ass into the mattress, then lifts up to my mouth, restless and eager.
“Oh, Noah…”
“You like that?” I know the answer but I want to hear her admit it. I have a feeling that, usually, she’s a tough nut to crack.
“Yes,” she says on an outrush of breath.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
Say please. The demand is on the tip of my tongue. I’m not normally that sort of guy, but with Harlow the urge is almost compulsive. I’m not even sure if that’s because I merely want to bend her or totally own her in this moment. But I stifle the urge to push her now. If tonight is all we have, I don’t want to spend it fighting a battle of wills. If I can hook her now, the power struggle that may come later will be much easier to win. And victory will be so sweet.
Until then, I stiffen my tongue and flick her hard pearl. As I do, I fit a pair of fingers inside her. The sweltering heat of her nearly burns me. Jesus, she’s snug. And as I take her clit between my lips and suck in gentle pulls, I feel the corresponding clamp of her vaginal muscles on my fingers.
She’s going to be so tight to fuck. That will be a thrill all by itself. But I love the idea of turning this woman inside out and wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her I possibly can. I want to addict her. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and already I fear she’ll be like heroin. The pull to her will be strong, the craving too hard to resist. Hours after one fix, I’ll need another…and another…and another.
