Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I didn’t have to encourage him to get a move on. He tore one of the condoms off the strip, and like he’d done it just yesterday, the day before, and every day of his life, he ripped it open and slid it on.
Seriously, how could I almost orgasm watching a man roll on a condom?
I didn’t know, I just knew I almost did watching Harry handle his cock.
Then I wasn’t thinking about that, or anything, because Harry was joining me in bed, parting my legs, lifting them high, settling between them on top of me.
He kissed me, light and sweet, before he raised his head.
I could feel him hard between my legs, and I was wondering why he didn’t get on with it like I very much needed him to, when he whispered, “Ready?”
I looked at him, and it was only then I could feel him straining to stay in control.
He was ready, more than ready, but he was holding to be sure I was.
And I knew then what I’d pretty much known since he held my hair back while I threw up and then sat with me in my little bathroom.
I would love this man until my dying breath.
“Ready,” I whispered back.
He put his hand between us, took hold of himself, and I felt the head of his cock glide through my wet. He caught, and his eyes holding mine, slowly, so impeccably slowly, he slid in, and in, until he was seated fully, filling me.
And there was all the proof I needed.
Harry was right, I knew it already, and we weren’t even finished.
Sex became beautifully, unbearably, magnificently meaningful when you did it with the person you loved.
It was so gorgeous. So perfect. So everything, I caught his head in both hands and stared into his eyes before I pulled him down and kissed him.
He kissed me back and moved inside me.
At first it was controlled, each thrust designed for optimal buildup of pleasure, an adjustment of the hips, and he’d give me something new, another one, and he’d hit deeper.
I loved it. It was awesome.
But I needed more.
I wrapped a calf around his thigh, pulled the other leg back further, and he slid in deeper.
He grunted.
I ran my nails up his spine.
Harry growled, a noise so primal, so predatory, everything I had clenched around him.
And that was when he unleashed.
Ah yes.
There it was.
We kissed. We touched. We scraped. We scratched. We bit. We clutched. We licked.
And Harry fucked me.
Hard.
It had been building since I saw him standing at the door, but when it finally hit me, my climax came as a surprise. Maybe because it was an explosion so intense, I saw starbursts and felt nothing but Harry’s cock pounding inside me, his mouth greedy for my moans, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other one doing the same to my hip to hold me steady to take his increasingly powerful drives.
And my orgasm kept coming.
And coming.
And it continued to do so even as his head snapped back, his grunt shook the room, he planted himself to the root, shoved his face in my neck and his powerful body shuddered on top of me.
I was coming down, stroking him.
He was coming down, giving me all his weight.
Then he rolled, I was on top, and my face was in his throat.
My body rose and fell with his deep breaths, my pants listed over his skin, his hands smoothed over my bottom, my back.
And finally, he wrapped his arms around me, they went tight, and he was hugging me.
Harry just ate me, fucked me hard, made me come harder, and now he was hugging me.
Hugging me!
God, that was so Harry.
“Good?” he asked.
Oh so fucking good.
I lifted my head. “If you have to ask, I didn’t do it right.”
He smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.
He was just so beautiful.
So Harry.
“You did it very right, baby,” he whispered.
I dropped my head and kissed him.
Harry returned the kiss as he rolled us to our sides.
He ended it by landing a soft peck on my nose and murmuring, “Be right back.”
I felt the warmth of those words as he got out of bed but pulled the covers out from under me, red rose petals flying then drifting, and he tugged them over me.
I got to watch via candlelight as Harry walked from the room.
His chest? Fabulous.
Thighs? Amazing.
Cock? Sheer perfection.
But his back and ass?
Lord, help me.
I curled my knees up and snuggled into the bed, taking in the light of the multitude of candles I’d lit all around the room. The scent of the petals I’d strewn. And I saw the champagne in the big bowl of ice with the two champagne glasses sitting beside it on Harry’s nightstand. I didn’t have a champagne bucket, but that bowl worked perfectly.