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A little thrill runs through me at hearing her call me sir, but I let it go. It's the second time she's called me that and the second time it's sent a signal straight to my cock. But I don't think she's ready for me to show her that side of me. So, I ignore that for now. Instead, I slide my hands down to cup her round ass, giving it a squeeze. Harlow sucks in a breath when the action presses her more firmly against my hard length. I bend down to kiss her, savoring the feel of her lips on mine, her tongue, her taste. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of kissing Harlow. Now that I know, how can I ever go back?
She finally pulls away enough to reach for the shower gel. “Hope you don’t mind smelling like me,” she teases.
“Hell no,” I say. “You always smell incredible. I might be walking around with a perpetual hard-on from smelling you all day, though.”
She just smiles and lathers up a pink shower pouf before bringing it up to my chest. She rubs it over me in slow circles, not missing an inch of skin. When she reaches my cock, she forgoes the pouf altogether, using her soapy, slippery hands to wash me. She strokes my shaft up and down in long, lazy strokes, her eyes never leaving mine as she does. It’s the most delicious kind of torture. She tightens her grip and gives my head a little twist on each upstroke, making me suck in a breath. I let it go on for as long as I dare before grabbing her wrist to stop her movements.
“If you want to get any real use out of it,” I say, “you better stop now.”
She grins. “I can’t help it. I like touching you.”
“My turn,” I say, reaching for the discarded shower pouf.
I take my time washing her body, lingering over her breasts, and teasing her with my fingers until she’s gasping. By the time I’m finished, the water is starting to turn cold, but neither of us cares. We’re both so fucking turned on, it wouldn’t matter if the water turned to ice. Harlow turns off the water and I reach for a towel as we step out of the shower. I pull her to me, wrapping the towel around us both. It doesn’t quite reach, so my ass is uncovered in the cool air, but I don’t care.
I ignore my wet body in favor of drying hers, gently rubbing the fluffy towel over her damp skin. I take my time, not willing to rush this. I’ve spent years waiting for my chance with Harlow. Now that she’s here in my arms, I want to take my time and cherish her. I move around behind her to dry her back. Unable to stop myself, I bend down to plant a kiss on her bare shoulder. She shivers a little and I hear her take a shaky breath. Bending lower, I follow the path of the towel with my mouth, kissing down her spine to the dip just above her gorgeous ass. I linger there, spending a little more time kissing that patch of skin before moving back around to her front. Dropping to my knees, I rub the towel down the length of one leg to her foot, then do the same to the other.
I look at Harlow. Her eyes are on me, watching, waiting to see what I’ll do next. My face is directly in front of her waiting pussy. I can’t really be blamed for what I do next. It’s what any sane man would do, right? Leaning forward slightly, I kiss her mound before giving her slit a long, slow lick. Fuck, she tastes good. I knew she would. I let out a low groan and lick her again, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.
“Linc,” she gasps, her hands going to my hair.
I grin against her flesh, loving the way she grips me. Reaching out, I lift one of her legs, draping it over my shoulder and opening her to my gaze. Harlow leans back against the wall to steady herself, but she doesn’t shy away from my gaze or my touch. She wants this just as much as I do, I realize. That only further solidifies my need to make this good for her. Especially after my embarrassing performance downstairs. I need to wipe that memory from both our minds.
Reaching up, I slide my fingers over her slickness, coating them in her wetness before dipping inside. Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp. With two fingers barely inside her, I lean forward and lick her pussy again. I feel her quiver around my fingers just a bit with that brush of my tongue on her clit. She’s so responsive, even from that small touch. It makes my dick grow even harder.
I slide my tongue over her again, teasing her clit on each upstroke. Each time I do, she sucks in a breath and a little shiver runs over her. I push my fingers deeper inside her, loving the way she presses back against me, seeking more. Slowly, I pump my fingers in and out, in and out, fucking her with my hand. It’s a tease, I know. For both of us. But I want to take my time with her. I want to push her as far as possible before she goes over the edge. I want to watch her unravel. I want to taste it on my tongue.
My tongue moves in lazy circles, teasing her clit each time but not enough to make her come. Not yet. I can hear her breathing growing shallow. Her hips push against my hand with each thrust inside her. I move my tongue in ever-smaller circles, paying more attention to her clit with each one.
“Linc,” she gasps. “Please.”
I know what she wants. I’m tempted to give in and grant her a quick release, but I’m having too much fun. I swirl my tongue over her clit just long enough to make her squirm before returning to my previous slow torture. She lets out a little huff of frustration that makes me smile against her sweet pussy. I pump my fingers in and out faster now, curling them slightly as I do. The moan Harlow rewards me with has my cock aching.
I lean back just enough to watch her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Naked, eyes closed, head thrown back as she lets me fuck her with my fingers. She’s panting now, little whimpers escaping her each time I push into her. I feel my own excitement rise as I watch her. I want to see her come apart. I need it. I lean in and capture her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue against it rapidly.
“Oh!” she cries, her fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair.
I keep going, feeling her clench around my fingers as her hips buck against my face. I tighten my grip around her waist, holding her still for my assault on her pussy. Her body goes rigid, and I feel her spasm around my fingers as a cry is ripped from her throat. I don’t let up, pushing her to the edge and beyond it. I keep pumping my fingers in and out as I lick her clit, lapping up every drop of her release. I could happily keep doing this for the rest of the night if she’d let me, but it seems Harlow has other ideas.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she whispers.
I freeze, looking up at her. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head without opening her eyes. “Nothing.” A smile spreads over her face. “I just need a second.”
I grin up at her, even though she can’t see it. Slowly, I slide my fingers out of her, loving the little whimper of protest she makes as I do. Turning my head, I kiss her hip, lingering there for a moment. “You’ve got five seconds before I’m burying my head between your legs again.”
She laughs and finally opens her eyes to look at me. “I think I’d like something else between my legs.”
She shocks me by dropping to her knees and straddling me. My hard length is pressed against her wet pussy now, a new kind of delicious torture for us both. My hands grip her hips as she rocks against me, sliding against me. I can tell when the head of my cock brushes her sensitive clit because she sucks in a gasp. When she rises up far enough for me to tease at her opening, it takes everything in me not to drag her down onto me and impale her on my shaft.
“Condom,” I manage.
“Hurry,” she says, still rocking and sliding against me.
I manage to reach for my pants and dig a condom from the pocket without releasing my hold on her. My cock is painfully hard by the time I get the condom on. We’re both panting as she reaches down and grips my shaft, guiding it into her as she sinks down onto me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
