Page 194 of Obsession

I was in no hurry. I marveled at that perfect abdomen, taut and wet, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, thenmy gaze went lower, much lower, until I discovered the source of that madness that had taken over both of us.

I bit my lip at the image of how my hand looked like wrapped around him, then swallowed and couldn’t stop myself from picturing him… inside me.

Harris looked at my face, then at my hand, analyzing and breathing heavily, as he probably imagined the same thing, only wilder, I was sure.

His cock twitched, and it seemed like the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I continued to pleasure him, now capable of studying his reactions and what he liked. His head fell back as he finished the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils.

“Katherine, baby…” he continued to moan, gritting his teeth as my hand moved up and down. “Harder,” when I didn’t understand his plea, he took my hand and squeezed it around his girth. “Tighter, baby,” he moaned over my lips, then he pushed my head back and kissed my neck.

I listened to his demand and squeezed harder until I was afraid it would hurt, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, so I kept going as I quickened the pace because he wanted it rough. I needed to know that.

His body shuddered beneath me as his hands gripped my hips, and my concentration flew out the window as his fingers reached between my legs. He lifted me slightly and didn’t hesitate to slide a finger inside me. I whimpered and clung to my chest as he moved inside me with the same fervor as my hand. He found the right spot faster than I would have thought possible and we settled into a rhythm, helping each other finish.

He was the first to give in, because the pressure inside him was greater than mine. His release was strong, hot and soft in my palm.

His body stiffened as he pushed into my hand, closed his eyes and banged his head against the headrest.

I wanted to bite out of him and that’s exactly what I did as I leaned over his neck. I took a savage bite and his moans vibrated past my lips and through me.

He was pure, wild, beautiful masculinity.

And he was all mine.

He didn’t stop for a second until he got the same out of me, a simple task after he slid a second finger inside me and intensified the rhythm. The pressure quickly built up and shattered along with all my energy. I slumped over his chest, which was now on fire, and we gasped for minutes before we could think clearly again.

My breathing was still rapid as I lifted my head and looked at him. I wanted to take in every feature, every angle of his face, his body, everything. My fingers tingled with the need to photograph true perfection for my journal. What I had found on the internet was nothing like what Harris Stone really was.

“Can I borrow your phone for a minute?” I tried my luck and asked.

He had lit another cigarette and his body had relaxed exponentially. He looked at me briefly, then held the phone out to me.

This was even more surprising than anything that had happened. He didn’t even ask what I needed it for.

I didn’t need his password to access the camera, and I bit my lips excitedly, even though I knew Harris wouldn’t let himself be photographed so easily.

I looked at him, then at the phone. It was too dark for photos without flash, but I didn’t want them to be too bright either. Harris watched me curiously as I changed the settings. He had the latest iPhone – the latest of everything, in fact – and I was envious when I saw the photos it could take.

“Just promise me you’ll send them to me after.”

Harris raised an eyebrow, cigarette still between his lips.

“Send you what exactly?

“Don’t move,” I whispered, lifting the phone.

He reacted immediately and snatched the phone out of my hand before I could even take a picture.

I laughed because I had been expecting it.

“Come on, just one photo and I wouldn’t frame your whole face.”

He frowned, even though he was amused.

“Just give me a chance, if you don’t like it, you can delete it. It’s your phone after all.”

Harris was a very curious guy, he proved that when he handed me back his phone and let me do my thing.

I took his chin between my fingers and turned his head towards the window.

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