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Or maybe it’s just been so long since I’ve had sex and I’m so horny that everything about Harlow feels new and different and amazing. Yeah, I’ll go with that.
My internal BS meter is pealing in alarm. But I’m ignoring that for now.
Instead, I dive into Harlow headfirst, opening my mouth on her pussy as if I can kiss every part of it at once. Her tangy-sweet cream is abundant and addictive. Holy shit, I’ve always loved pussy, but this woman… I moan and grip her thighs. If she’ll stay beyond tonight, I’m going to make her my breakfast. I’ll need snacks during the day, too. I wonder how she’ll react if I suggest she take to wearing skirts and ditching her panties. I want twenty-four-seven access. I want this cunt—and this woman—to myself.
Harlow’s breathing edges up a notch. Every exhalation sounds shakier and noisier. I flick her clit with my tongue again, finding the very tip and working it with the flat, absorbing everything about her into my taste buds. In response, she whimpers and plants her feet on the bed, lifting her hips to my mouth.
I open wider, take her flesh in deeper, at the same time I turn my wrist and flick my fingers against her most sensitive spot. It’s not hard to find. It’s the one that feels smooth and flat and makes her cry out and bow her back when I rub it.
“God, you taste good,” I tell her as I wrap my free hand around her shin and shove the leg up to her hips. “Grab your knees and hold yourself open for me. I want to taste every part of you.”
She hesitates, watching me lick her essence from my lips, then dip my tongue through her folds again. Then she shudders, struggles through another breath, and complies.
Good girl.
I duck my head and focus all my attention on her wet, swelling flesh once more. If anything, she turned sweeter, headier. I stroke her from her soft opening all the way to her knotted clit in one long swipe before I circle around the distended pearl again and again.
“Noah! I’m going to…” Her breath catches before she can finish. “It’s big. I don’t know if I can hold out.”
“Then don’t. Believe me, I’ll be doing this again.”
I already have plans. I think I’ll lay her across the dining room table and make a brunch out of her come Sunday. No, that’s too many days away. Besides, I can have brunch any damn day I want. The idea of pouring champagne over her and licking it from all the intriguing dips and valleys of her body, watching the bubbly trickle to her pussy and tonguing it from her, is enough to jack up my desire even more.
She fists the sheets even tighter. “Suck my clit in your mouth and rub that spot again.”
I will…in time. “You’re awfully demanding.”
“Because you’re driving me out of my mind. Oh, my god…” She bucks and tosses her hips up, trying to force me to put more pressure where she needs it.
Perversely, I ease back. “You like this?”
“I’ve never been much of a fan of receiving oral before but…wow.”
That’s pretty forthcoming for Harlow, and I realize I must be getting to her if she blurted that. Vaguely, I wonder who are the inept assholes capable of botching oral pleasure. Whatever. They don’t matter now. I’ll show her what it should be and have a shit ton of fun doing it, too. I love being this close, this intimate, able to sense every rise in her pleasure way before she’s willing to admit it. Guys who don’t get the beauty of that are fucking losers.
I give her a lingering look. “I’ve always been an enthusiastic giver, but you’re a special treat. I’m going to insist on more of this.”
She doesn’t answer, just wriggles with the next drag of my tongue over her sensitive flesh. And the one following. She’s definitely close—right on the edge. This is the perfect time to press my position.
“You’re going to give me more, right?”
“What?” Her breathless question tells me she can barely follow the conversation, and I smile. Almost there…
“You’ll spread your legs and let me put my mouth on your sweet pussy whenever I want, won’t you?”
“Tonight? Yes. Hell yes.”
“Tomorrow, too.” I caress her sensitive inner thighs with a drag of my thumbs up, then back down…just shy of her steely red clit. “I want tomorrow.”
I don’t mention that will probably extend to the day after, too. Hell, probably the next week. Why not give myself plenty of time to really work this beauty out of my system?
Providing such a thing is even possible. Maybe she’s simply my sexual Kryptonite, and I’ll always be willing to gnaw my way off my leash to have her. It’s a crazy thought, but if that ends up being true… Well, I’m willing to live with it if I can have her.
Harlow doesn’t answer right away, so I stop everything. I let up stimulating all the nerve endings I’ve been skimming and strumming with my tongue. A split second later, she bolts up enough to grab my head in her hand and urge my mouth closer.
I back away. “Promise me tomorrow, Harlow. Promise me a day with your legs spread and my feast waiting.”
“Yes. Tomorrow. Whenever you want,” she concedes.
