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With a long groan, my head falls back against the door. I’m a goner and I might as well accept that now. I spent the first half of dinner thinking that I’d rather be doing Harlow than dinner out and I’ve had an erection since. I’m not going to fight the sharp claws of arousal clawing my flesh far under the skin.
The thought barely clears my head when I feel the hot velvet of her mouth envelop my length. She cups my balls with one hand and wraps the other around my thigh, dragging me closer, taking me deeper.
If the speech pathologist thing doesn’t work out for her, she could make a ton of cash giving blow jobs. I’ve had hummers from some really practiced mouths, but this?Yeah… On second thought, she can teach other women how to do this to their man. No one with a Y chromosome is getting near her staggeringly hot mouth. The thought of any other guy feeling this bliss from her has me gripping the strands of her long, inky waves in my fist and settling deeper in the back of her throat.
Mine.
It’s ridiculous and over the top and I don’t fucking care. It’s how I feel right now. Every time I talk to Harlow our connection is so good that I think we could be really good friends. Then she does something to remind me that we have amazing, blinding, fucking hot sex. Who am I kidding? Everything she does reminds me that she’s mind-blowing in bed. And in the shower. And on the balcony overlooking the ocean. I would know.
But this… I’m not sure I’ll survive.
When she hums softly, I grip her harder. “Fuck, baby. You’re undoing me.”
She doesn’t answer, but I feel her lips curl up. I groan as she sucks harder, her head moving rhythmically up and down my aching dick. Tingles begin brewing. I can’t breathe. I gave up on coherent thought about something other than Harlow two seconds after she put her mouth on me and I don’t regret it one bit.
The gentle glide of her teeth over the sensitive head makes me shudder. Climax is approaching. I’m racing to get there, groaning with each breath. I swear I can feel every layer of my skin slickening with sweat and every curve of her lips shuttling up and down my cock.
“If you don’t want me to unload in your mouth, now is the time to stop.” I’m amazed I get the words out and they’re coherent. Everything else is a scramble in my brain.
Harlow answers by digging her nails into my thighs and sucking me even harder, tongue swirling around my length, teeth skimming up every sensitive inch. The suction is killing me. I’m shuddering as I’m pushing my way along her tongue, against her throat, as if I will the pleasure to overtake me now even while I wish it would go on forever.
If giving blow jobs were an Olympic sport, she would be a fucking gold medalist.
Oh, god. I’m not going to last.
“Harlow…”
Everything she’s doing is turning me both on and inside out. I know the inevitable end is near. When my blood is churning and racing straight for my cock and I feel the growl of ecstasy screaming straight to the head, I’m seconds away from climax. But she sends me there even sooner when she brushes kisses over my thigh, not like she merely wants me. But like this somehow matters to her.
Yep, I’m a goner.
The second she fastens her mouth around me again and lifts her long lashes to stare up at me, I feel my knees buckle and the world implode. A groan tears from my chest as everything dissolves around me until I’m drowning in the kind of satisfaction I swear will leave blisters on my soul.
I’ll forever measure my life by specific milestones: losing my virginity to a cheerleader two years older than me on a school bus home from the end of a great season, our team winning the state championship my senior year of high school, my first kegger, my first Super Bowl win, my father’s death…and now the moment I’m realizing I might not be able to live without Harlow satisfying my every sexual need. It sounds crazy; I’ve known her twenty-four hours. But there’s something about this woman that gets to me.
At my feet, she licks her lips, then softly laps at my erection before easing up my length and releasing me into her waiting hand. She presses a lingering kiss to my abs, then lays her cheek against me with a sigh, eyes closed in seeming contentment.
I could more than get used to this. Hell, I could more than get addicted to this. I could need this more than I know how to handle.
“Hmm. I knew you’d taste good,” she murmurs.
I stroke her hair, soaking in her femininity and softness. “Once my knees start working again, I’ll definitely return the favor and then some.”
“No rush. I’ve been grinning big since last night.”
Extending a hand to her, I help Harlow to her feet and wrap my arms around her, still wall-hugging the door for support. “If you’re with me and you’re not smiling, I’ve done something wrong.”
She laughs. “I’ll let you know when I’m in danger of frowning.”
“So what did you do for fun around here before I arrived, besides lay out by the pool in barely legal bikinis?”
Her grin turns rueful. “Actually, I discovered that the previous owner left behind a gaming console, so I’ve been testing out a few of the games. I had no idea I could be such a badass, especially with conjuration and destruction spells in Tamriel.”
I raise a brow at her. “I have no idea what you said. Did you just speak geek to me?”
“I totally did. Impressed?”
“Yes, and weirdly turned on. You’ll have to show me what the hell you’re talking about. I’ve got to keep up, you know.”
