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“Noah…”
“What’s wrong, baby?” I thumb off the strap of her tank top and press my lips to the newly exposed skin.
“Hurry.” She tries to force the issue by reaching for the hem to whip the top over her head.
I take hold of her wrists and stop her. “We have all night.”
When she looks as if she wants to argue, I lay my mouth over hers and swallow her objection. After a little gasp, she slowly loses her will to resist. Her hands soften and wrap around my shoulders. Then her kiss deepens. Her body melts against mine. Her sigh tells me she’s surrendered.
Finally, she trusts me enough to give me control over something. Even if it’s only sex and even if it’s only temporary, it’s a first step.
I’m slow to remove her clothes. I’m even slower to kiss my way down her body. I take my time inhaling her scent and telling her that I can’t wait to be inside her. I linger over her skin, bathe her breasts with my tongue, then work down her body until I have my head between her thighs.
Gasping, she plunges her fingers into my hair and invites me in—deeper, longer, sweeter. She’s ambrosia on my tongue, and I know her particular flavor is something I’ll never get enough of.
After giving her a pair of gasping, throaty orgasms, I slide my way back up her body and inside her—tongue and cock filling her at once. I take her, wrap myself around her. As if by some mutual, unspoken agreement, we haven’t used a condom since the first time we agreed we’d be safe without them. When I feel her enclose me in stunning satin heat, I groan long and loud.
Beneath me, Harlow bucks and circles her hips, urging me on.
I grab her hips and hold her beneath me. “Don’t. Let me love you slowly.”
She protests with impatient sighs of need. I’d think she was cute if her body and her furtive movements weren’t driving me out of my fucking mind. I want to take my time and make this last, wring every ounce of pleasure from her body I can, but I can’t stop myself from wrapping one fist in her hair and tilting her gaze directly to mine. I stare into her eyes as I plunge into her, drinking in her whimper.
I love Harlow on top of me, riding me. I crave another chance to take her from behind while she’s on all fours and I’m gripping her hips until my fingers leave faint marks. But more than anything, I absolutely love being on top of her, mastering her body, having her totally in my control. I’m sure that says something about me, but I don’t care. And I’m pressing myself into her body, just like I’m hoping I’m pressing myself into her soul.
With a groan, I start to ride her. She responds, flattening her feet on the bed, hugging me with her thighs, lifting her hips up to meet my every stroke. I never take my gaze from hers.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” I growl.
“I-I want you inside me.”
Her frantic whisper lights me on fire.
“Tell me you want me deeper.”
“Yes…” she pants. “I want you so deep.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
Harlow hesitates. “Noah… Don’t play games.”
“Why do you think this is a game?” I’m fucking serious.
I keep up the slow, steady strokes, trying not to give in to her incendiary touch and burn alive. This is important.She’simportant. If I want more than sex from her, I’m going to have to be both coaxing and assertive.
“I don’t want to talk now.”
“You just want to fuck. Guess what, baby? I’m the one on top, calling the shots. And I want more. I want to get up in your head. I want to know what you’re thinking. I want to know if you’re ready to admit that you’re mine.”
“For now, yes. Faster…” she croons.
I slow my pace. “I’m not rushing to orgasm. In fact, I can slow this down even more until you talk to me.” I do, easing inside her with a molasses thrust. “I’ve got all night.”
“No!” She sinks her nails into my shoulders and tosses her head back.
“Then look at me,” I demand. “Are you mine?”
It takes her a moment, but she untwists her spine and focuses on me again. As our stares connect, a zing zips down my spine. She feels it, too. I can tell. I hear her sharp little intake of breath and see the goose bumps flare across her skin.
