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“Let’s go, baby girl,” I say as I open the door. She bites her bottom lip every time I call her that, and god, it drives me insane.
Scooping up Harlow bridal style, I walk toward the back as fast as possible without jostling her too much.
“Oh my god, Bishop,” Harlow groans, though she erupts in giggles a few seconds later. “You’re absolutely insane.”
“You made me this way,” I counter, setting her down gently before pushing the back door open. I nod at Henry in the driver’s seat, then get Harlow buckled in before joining her on the other side. It takes far too long to get to my penthouse, and I’m shaking with need by the time Henry drops us off in front of the building.
Inside the private elevator that leads straight to my penthouse, Harlow takes my hand, squeezing it lightly. It’s such a sweet, simple gesture, reminding me to slow down and treasure this woman. I don’t know for sure, but I can guess it’s her first time doing any of this. I would never forgive myself if I pushed her too far.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, Harlow,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Breathing in her cinnamon and sugar scent, I let it ground me and slow down my racing heart. “I’d be happy just to hold you.”
“And if I want to do more?” she asks, her breath picking up speed.
“Then we’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Everything,” I vow, pressing her against the elevator doors.
My mouth is watering for another taste, something primal in me needs to possess this woman. I lick a stripe up her throat, groaning when she trembles against me.
The doors open with a ding and I lift Harlow into my arms once more, carrying her to my bedroom.
“I can walk, you know,” she sasses.
“But why would you when I like carrying you?”
Harlow narrows her eyes at me, suspicion creeping into her features. “Are you sure this isn’t a dream? I’ve wanted you for what feels like a lifetime.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I answer, setting her down at the foot of the bed. “But you’re mine, baby girl.”
“Show me,” she whispers. “Show me what it means to be yours.”
She grabs the hem of her dress and starts to lift it up, but I stop her movement. She looks up at me, half annoyed, half questioning, but I just pull her hands away and hold them at her sides.
“My perfect little Christmas present,” I rasp, my voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Let me unwrap you myself.”
Golden eyes blink up at me, shining with lust and longing. Harlow nods her head, nibbling on her bottom lip before licking away the sting. I watch her every movement, then dive back into her sweetness.
Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her dress. My fingers play with the waistband of her lacy little panties, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin and then pulling away. Harlow shudders, but I just keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth me taking the time.
Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her dress up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head completely, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them, too.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the elastic waistband of her panties between my teeth. I pull it and release, letting it snap against her soft belly. Harlow inhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.
With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, then push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed. I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress. My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Harlow chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.
I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.
I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. Adding a second finger, I stroke her silky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Harlow bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.
The pads of my fingers rub against her G-spot, making her entire body twitch and spasm. Over and over, I tap her sensitive spot while strumming her clit with my tongue. Harlow pants and whines and shivers beneath me, but I hold her in place as I wind her up, tighter and tighter, until her muscles tense, her back stretches, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
I scrape my teeth across her swollen clit and watch her orgasm ruin her completely. She tries to twist away from me, but I lay my arm over her lower belly and drink down her sweet cum. Only when I feel her start to relax, do I tear my mouth away from her.
I place a kiss on one thigh and then the other before trailing my lips up her body, licking away the sweat where it pools on her supple skin. When I finally reach her tits, I rub my fingers over her hard nipples, coating them with her own juices.
I pause briefly, just long enough to take in the sight before me. Harlow’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes are closed, and her brow is furrowed as if she’s concentrating on feeling every single ounce of bliss before it leaves her. She won’t have to worry. I’ll always give her more.
My eyes travel down to her breasts, now glistening with her own release. I suck on one pebbled peak, swirling my tongue and biting down softly before turning my attention to the other. Her body arches into my mouth, and I run my hand between her back and the bed, pushing her chest further into my mouth so I can lick and suck her hard little nipples.
