Page 81 of Rock On

“I like everything I see.”

I had to take the time to take the brace off my knee, but Harley stood there watching with a faint smile on her face.

Once I was naked too, I crooked a finger at her. “Come here, baby.”

She danced across the room like some kind of gazelle, her feet barely touching the floor as she reached me in three long steps.

“You said you trust me, right?” I asked.

She nodded. “Always.”

“Climb on my lap. Facing me.”

She did as I asked, her skin warm against mine.

I skimmed my hands down her sides, taking in the swell of her breasts and how hard her nipples were.

I loved the fact that she was already turned on; now I just had to show her that it didn’t take kink for me to get her off. Kink was great in small doses, but we’d taken things to an unsustainable level in the hopes of compensating for something. A baby? Some other intangible thing that was missing in our marriage? I didn’t know. I just wanted us to connect in the most basic way possible. There was plenty of time for the other stuff once we’d found our new normal.

“What now?” she asked playfully, as if waiting for instructions.

“Whatever you want.” I dipped my head and nibbled on one of her nipples.

Fuck, it was going to take a lot of self-control to keep from throwing her on the bed and fucking her like I wanted to.

Not this time, I reminded myself.

I had something to prove.

Both to her and to myself.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed against my mouth, kissing me lightly.

“Mmkay. Make that happen.” I pressed one hand flat against her lower back, holding her tight while I used the other to push her hair off her shoulder so I could kiss the silky skin there.

She lifted to her knees, resting them on either side of my hips, and reached down to line my cock up at her entrance.

Then she sank down, letting me fill her inch by delicious inch, until we both moaned.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” I breathed.

“You too.” She closed her eyes, and her lips parted expectantly.

I could resist a lot, but not kissing her was impossible. I captured her lips in mine and slid my tongue against hers. She met me stroke for stroke, winding her arms around my neck as she sank down the rest of the way. I was fully seated, her warm, wet pussy fluttering around me every time I moved.

“Tommy.” Her breath was hot against my mouth and while I knew what she wanted I couldn’t give it to her. Tonight, she would have to trust me. Well, I wanted her to always trust me, but specifically this first time we were intimate again.

“Slow and easy,” I whispered, thrusting up enough to make her clench in response. “Trust me, baby. I’m going to make it good for you.”

She sighed a little, but then her mouth opened under mine and our tongues were in a battle for dominance that would never have a winner. Kissing her was one of my favorite things. I loved sex, and being inside a woman was absolute heaven, but kissing Harley was paradise. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her tongue, the way she tasted—like cinnamon and coffee tonight—was the best kind of assault on my senses.

My cock was pulsing with need—it had been a month since I’d had sex and that was a long time for me—but I managed to tamp it down. She always orgasmed first, and tonight it was particularly important. I wasn’t doing much of the work right now, letting the tension build along with her need. Harley liked friction when I was inside her, whether I was flicking her clit or fingering her ass, and I’d give her a little of that when she was closer to getting off. For now, I let her squirm and wiggle in my lap, finding the rhythm that would get her where she needed to go.

“Tommy, please!” she gasped against my mouth. “I need more.”

“You have all of me, baby. Rock yourself home.”

“I can’t…” she whimpered.

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