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“Harrison,” I whined.
“What?” He pulled back, one of his dimpled grins on his face. “I’m touching you where you told me.”
“Touchme. Underneath.” I huffed, rolling my hips to rev him up.
He finally did as I asked, his fingers slipping underneath my bikini bottom. The rough pads of his fingers on my swollen clit were perfect, just the right amount of pressure in just the right places. My breath came in little pants as he stroked me, his finger dipping down to my entrance and just barely going inside.
I sucked in a breath. I’d wanted his fingers inside of me for so long, but now the size of them was intimidating.
“Here, let me take these off.” Harrison gently pushed me off his lap and pulled my bikini bottoms down, leaving me fully naked while he was dressed. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”
I flushed right down to my nipples. His fingers slipped between my legs again, just barely dipping inside.
“You all right?” he asked, looking into my eyes. The lust had softened into the regular, sweet Harrison, letting my heart slow.
“Just a bit nervous. I’ve never really done anything like this before.” I pushed his thick curls out of his face. “With any guy.”
“Then we can take it slow and focus on you.” He stood up, too, and put me down in his spot.
He sank to his knees and was still so huge in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs, parting them. I’d never felt so exposed, the air of the room cool against my wet pussy. The way Harrison’s face lit up when he looked at me only made my anticipation climb.
He slid his arms underneath my legs and pulled me forward, his mouth going right to my center. The heat and pressure from his tongue against my clit had me taking in deep breaths, the shock of the pleasure so intoxicating. The tip of his tongue moved in slow, rhythmic circles, awakening every nerve in my body extending from my center.
I gasped, my thighs clamping around his broad shoulders. His mouth felt wildly different from his fingers, but in a good way. The pleasure was so much more focused, his tongue dancing across my flesh.
My hips bucked, and I dug my nails into the arms of the couch. Pressure was building up inside of me, threatening to break. My toes curled as his finger pushed at my entrance. I squirmed as he worked his finger into me, little by little. The stretch didn’t hurt, but it was snug.
“Fuck, so tight,” Harrison said before teasing me with his tongue again. “I want my cock in this pussy someday, but not today.”
“Why not?” I asked. Okay, whined, really, but I wanted him. All of him.
“Because we should take it slow.” He pumped his fingers in and out of me. “Get you used to being filled. I’m a lot to take.”
“Can I touch you, at least?” I asked. He curled his finger just so, making me cry out.
“No. I can’t get enough of how you taste. Absolutely perfect.” He dove back in.
The combination of his fingers, mouth, and tongue was too much. The pressure inside of me built and built until I could barely stand it. He had to keep me still with his elbows, the sounds of my cries filling the air.
I flew over the edge, the orgasm ripping through me so hard that it blotted out all of my senses. I was just that feeling, all pleasure and nothing else. I came down from my high and sagged into my seat.
Harrison sat back on his heels, his face damp with me. My cheeks flushed. Was I too wet for him?
He sucked on his fingers, the ones that had been inside of me. The way he savored the taste got rid of all of my fears. He was into me. He wasn’t going to suddenly pull away or make me feel weird about how my body had reacted. The lack of anxiety made me bolder.
“Can I touch you now?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He frantically unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. His cock jutted out, thick and hard.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. I was lost in his embrace. His hardness rested against my stomach, and I couldn’t help but imagine him plunging his erection into me—hard, deep, and fast.
We weren’t going to have sex, though. At least, not today.
I tentatively reached down, and he took my hand, guiding it around his hardness. He put his hand over mine, pumping up and down with the right amount of pressure. My hand moved up over the tip of his cock, and then down to the base over and over. Pools of wetness formed between my legs from the feel of his skin against mine.
I loved the feeling. He was so hard underneath the soft, velvety skin. His breaths were coming in pants. Eventually, he started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest. He was strong, his muscles perfectly defined. I let my other hand explore his chest, my fingers brushing his nipples.
He groaned and arched his back into my touch. He moved my hand faster, and his cock jerked in my hand. His arousal pooled at the tip of his cock and slid onto my hand, and I used it to lube him up.
