I return to sliding him in and out of me, quickening my pace. Gliding a hand up the muscles of his abdomen, I feel his breath accelerate as well. His thighs flex on either side of my cheeks and a moment later he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Stop,” he orders, voice gravelly. I stop moving, but I don’t remove my mouth from him. I prick my eyebrows, silently asking what’s next.
“If you keep going, you’re going to make me come,” Harry says.
I give a little suck, giggling at my own mischief. I feel his dick twitch in my mouth. Before I can blink, Harry has me by the shoulders and is physically pulling me off him.
“You like to play with fire, don’t you?” His voice is strained, but there’s no anger in his eyes.
“Only if I’m not the one who gets burned.” I don’t quite recognize the sassy, defiant woman I’ve transformed into in Harry’s hands, but I think I like her. In fact, I’m sure I do. And it’s not because I’m ordinarily shy and retiring — anything but, which is one reason why a career as a confident, meticulous lawyer is a good fit for me.
But I’ve never been this bold in the bedroom before now.
“Well, you were about to get burned — or at least get your mouth filled with my come.” He tugs me up so I’m straddling him again. I feel his hardness begging for entrance at my clothed slit and grind against it.
“We couldn’t have that, could we?” I croon into his ear.
He sits up straight and digs his fingertips into my buttocks. “Not before I get to fill you up.”
I nip at his jaw. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I swivel my hips and he pushes up into me. My clothing is blocking the way, but he still hits the right spot, making my belly clench in pleasure.
“Enough waiting.” His words roll like thunder, making the skin on the back of my neck prickle.
I barely have time to throw my arms around his neck for balance as he stands, holding me bodily in his arms. I knot my ankles behind his back, covering everything my mouth can reach with kisses as he carries me to the bedroom.
There, he throws me down on a bed made up with soft sheets in a spectrum of gray hues and then lays himself over me. His weight is as comforting as it is thrilling. I don’t release him from my arms or legs, but use them to mold myself into every nook and cranny of his body as he sends his mouth crashing into mine.
As quickly as he was on me, he’s gone. He moves to rustle in the drawer of one of the nightstands that frame the bed, penis still jutting proudly from his open pants. I shrug off my suit jacket and unbutton my shirt as I wait, eager to have nothing separating our skin.
When Harry turns back to me, he’s holding a condom, azure eyes frolicking. I never would’ve thought that a man toting contraception could be sexy, but the sight of him makes my vagina positively quiver. Harry holding a condom means that our bodies are soon going to be one. I am beyond ready to know what that feels like.
When his gaze falls on the pink lace of my bared bra, his jaw flexes and his eyes grow dark with desire. Watching him watch me, I open my slacks and begin to wriggle out of both them and my panties.
Putting the wrapped condom between his teeth, Harry steps to the foot of the bed and divests me of my bottoms in a single swift motion, depositing my panties and underwear on the floor. Then he straddles my legs and scoops my torso off the bedspread. He drops the condom on the bed by his side. I smile, trailing fingertips over the light curls covering his chest, feeling so cherished and wanted in his arms.
He presses a kiss against my clavicle, then pushes my jacket and opened shirt off as well. Still cradling my upper body, he reaches around and unclasps my bra. The slackened straps immediately fall over my shoulders and I shrug all the way out of them.
“Oh, Kate,” he breathes as he lays me back down, taking in the twin swells of my breasts that end in nipples peaked with desire. “You’re so fucking exquisite.” He buries his face in my bosom, loving them thoroughly with kisses that make me flex up into his touch, heart fluttering. He finds my mound with one hand, inserting a finger into my slick depths, tearing a guttural sigh from my throat. I clutch his head for dear life, burying my fingers in his hair.
“You like that?” Harry demands. He examines my face with eyes like flint.
I nod, gasping as he flicks his thumb over my clit.
“I’m going to make you come again.” He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard.
“No.” It’s hard to speak, but my need drives me.
He freezes, staring up at me, finger still inside me. “No?”
The words come more easily now. I lift my head from the bed and stare directly into his eyes. “No,” I repeat, voice gaining power. “I need you inside me. Now.”
The flint in his eyes sparks into flame as the corners of his mouth curve upward. “Anything for you.”
I spread my legs and he makes quick work of the condom. Then Harry shoves his arms beneath my back so that he’s palming my shoulder blades.
A breath later, he impales me like I’ve been craving. I cry out, my knees hitching around my ears. I hold his face between my hands so that we can watch each other as he thrusts into me.
Once his cock is wet with my juices, Harry finds a vigorous rhythm, pushing into me with power. I lift my pelvis to meet him with every crest of his hips, and it’s not long before we’re both slick with the sweat of our lovemaking.
I feel so full, and this — us — feels so right. I’ve known this man for mere hours, but it’s already difficult to imagine what life was like without him in it — and in me.
He shifts the angle of his body, and suddenly his tip nudges a new place within me. Fresh sensation washes over me, leaving me panting as something in my core coils tight.
He pushes into me with more urgency, his forehead creased with his own effort and arousal. Suddenly that coil within me springs loose and I’m falling to pieces around him, crying out as my climax clamps my velvet lips tight around Harry’s hardness.
“Oh my god.” He speaks through gritted teeth, trying to ride through my orgasm. But then it feels as if his cock reaches new depths unlocked by my peak, and my orgasm intensifies. My hips lift from the bed, my body working on its own to discover greater heights of pleasure. My legs splay wide and he slams into just the right place to make them quiver uncontrollably.
And then he’s proclaiming his own climax in rough cries as loud as my own. He convulses once, twice, before slamming his dick home. I can feel him twitching inside me as he comes, pumping the condom full of the evidence of our fucking. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him as close as I can. Together we give ourselves over to the pulsing of our bodies, two become one, the beginning of forever.
Epilogue
Kate
Two Months Later
The previews have already started when Harry and I steal into the movie theater. I check our tickets and head to the seats we’ve reserved. Amelia and Tatum are already there. I settle next to my pregnant friend, waving around Tatum at our other friend, Hattie, who’s between Tatum and a man I don’t recognize.
“Sorry we’re late,” I whisper, shrugging out of my jacket as Harry takes the seat on my opposite side. “Who’s that sitting next to Hattie?”