“I love these,” I praise her tits. Encouraged, Harlow straightens her back, sticking them out for me see. The effect gets sent right to my balls. “What’re you, a double-D?”
“E cup,” she says, all prim. I don’t reach out to touch her yet.
“Stand up for me,” I order. “Turn around.”
“Okay.” Standing before me, she twirls once. “Like this?” Very nice.
“Again. Slower.” I feast my eyes on her luscious body, her performance, her smile, her coffee hair and jet eyes, and all the ways she inspires me. “How low can you go?”
“Face down, ass up!” Harlow croons, giggling. I crack a smile. Finding humor during sex or foreplay—now that’s new. Guess it’s being comfortable. Being with your lover and your best friend, all in one. Also new.
Harlow puts her back to me, grinning over her shoulder while she pumps her hips left and right to the hip-hop song now spinning in her head.
Then, slowly, she bends over, dropping her thong in one arousing, unhurried move, just how I wanted. She drops all the way down to her toes to give me the most fantastic view of her nice round ass and succulent cunt I can hardly wait to delve inside.
She stands up, just as slow, and angles her chin at me, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl out in reverence.
Harlow whirls around, giving a full-frontal view of everything that had always been right under my nose, everything I never knew I wanted forever. My lungs compress around a heart that’s swelling, with lust, with love, with hungry desire for many more nights like tonight.
“I could worship you all night. I plan to. D’you know that?”
She nods yes. I’m not convinced.
“You’re a goddess, my love.” I reach for her. “Come here before you annihilate me.”
She moves in and straddles my lap, arching her back as she skims her breasts against my face. My lips part of their own volition, I breathe her in, my own personal cherry vanilla ice cream treat. I drag my lips up her neck again as she gets settled.
And here we are, face to face. A low hoarse moan unleashes from my throat. I shove my fingers into her hair. I claim her mouth. A kiss filled with fire, fervor. Pressed to the bare, molten apex of her thighs, my dick jumps impatiently.
“Tell me… I can have you now.”
Five
Harlow
“You can have me.” As if he needed my permission.
As if I’m not already his.
With a mischievous smirk he tugs his shirt over his head, and my heart flips out. So much dense, hard, rolling mass. Every hard-earned muscle, every sinewed fiber serves a purpose. I know it’s not all for show. But in this moment I’m all too eager to examine him. I lick my lips. Letting the view of his worked-out bod do very bad things to my cunt, and my control. Even my self-conscious inner critic—god what a relentless bitch—is going up in smoke.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen Drake shirtless. The whole world gets to see him like that all the time. Unlike everyone else though, tonight I get to watch Drake remove his pants, too. My heart jumps to my throat when I see his erection for the very first time. You mean to say, my good ol’ friend was lugging around one of those? Holy-mother!
Drake wickedly smirks, apparently reading my thoughts verbatim, and wraps his fist around his proud, heavy sex. My core clenches. There. That right there is what I want.
I lay on my back. Drake crawls over me, whispering, “Still game?”
“Yes please!”
“Mhm.” His husky sound of contentment pairs well with the dark, zealous expression smoldering across his face. He groans again, then peppers a hundred sultry soft-as-sin kisses up from the hollow of my throat, all over my jaw, then close to my ear. “And you’re still wet for me?”
“Yes. Only for you.” I’m not really good at the sex-talk. My god but he’s handsome. Have I ever been so wet, so turned-on by anyone else? Just a few feathery touches, kisses and long, indulgent stares that promise more—just the preliminaries, and I’m already writhing and mewling like an animal beneath this man.
He looks into my eyes as if he’s waiting for me to say more.
“I-I love your dick, Dray.”
“Wow. Feels great to hear you say that, babe.” As evidence, his cock lurches against my thigh. “Now, about that mouth.”
Drake
Harlow boldly presses her lips to mine, and simpers when I further explore her lips and tongue, flipping us over and pulling her on top of me. I skate my hands down her back, lower, lower. There’s been no avoiding noticing the graceful bow of her ass in that dress all evening long, or how it lines up exceptionally well with the shape of my cock.
God help me if I’m not inside this breathtaking woman in the next sixty seconds.
Harlow’s gaze is needy, wild. She takes her cue and makes her way down my body, flicking those pretty eyes up at me the second before she brings my cock to the outside of her mouth. Little strokes with her tongue make me even harder. She takes the head between her lips and gently, warmly sucks my shaft. Fuck. My self-control bottoms out. It feels too good inside her mouth. She’ll end me like this.
I withstand a minute of her torture then pull out with a groan and bring her back up to me, demanding her mouth. I reach between us to throttle my cock, and her head rears back. A shadow of impatience crosses her face. “Touch. Me. Dray!”
“Oh I will. Every exquisite part.” I skim a hand up the inside of her thigh, finding her girly bud and sweet, sticky honey. She grinds down on my fingers as I caress her there, all the way up her slit to her pretty, pink, pulsating clit.
Harlow releases a high-pitched moan that shoots right through me. “How do you want me?” she purrs.
I want to dive inside. I want to ravish her pussy and those mouthwatering globes. I want to tow her toward the edge of surrender, until we’re both delirious.
“These—lips.” I touch her slick, silk-soft folds. “Right—here.” I point to my mouth. She smiles, and makes to lie down next to me. “Nuh-uh.” I lift her back up. “Sit on my face.”
She gives me a look. She gives her body a long, critical assessment. Haven’t we been over this? I hate that look. I hate the way she insults herself.
“Just so we’re clear. I plan to not only love, but fuck all that self-ridicule right out of you, love.”
Her eyes and lips part in surprise. Doesn’t she trust me by now?
“Let me taste you.” I grin. “Before I completely ravage you.”
Harlow
He’s a crazy person. A madman. Insane! But I know he means it. Drake’s honesty rocks me, down to my most ephemeral nerves. His unfiltered truth. Someway, somehow I relax into it.
He grabs hold of my butt cheeks again, guiding me where he wants me to be. His face nested against the cradle of my core, his tongue moves like satin over my petals, up and down and in between, intensifying my need for him. I sit facing his rigid cock. What a fine, fine sight. With every perfect sweep of his tongue, my center heats, all the concentrated nerve endings vibrating in sheer delight. My thighs shake. Deftly, Drake rolls my clit around his tongue and then brings the tender, swollen bud all the way into his mouth, suckling gently, lovingly.