Page 124 of Love Takes Home

I feel him chuckle, his entire body moving against mine, and I clench my thighs together, already feeling overly needy.

“I think that could probably be arranged.” He kisses up my neck and nips at my earlobe, earning him a moan I can’t keep inside. “I like this thing by the way,” he says, palming the silk covering my skin. “The way it glides across your body, adding the softest sensation to your skin.”

“What are you saying?” I ask, a little breathless and a lot turned on.

“It’s staying on.”

“Because you don’t want to look at me?” I automatically ask, those insecurities popping up when I don’t want them to.

He stiffens, his eyes flying up to mine, and a small smile plays on his lips. “No, baby, because I do want to look at you. All the fucking time. But I haven’t touched you in weeks and I’m afraid the sight of your naked body would unman me like a horny teen seeing a pair of tits for the first time. Can’t have our first at bat go down like that, now can we?”

“So what do you propose?”

“How about I show you instead?”

His mouth covers mine, not waiting for an answer, our tongues twisting and dancing with each other. He turns me over so I’m on my back, one of his thighs covering mine, his leg sliding against my pussy, his cock against my hip. He kisses down my jaw to my neck, licking at the tendon and nipping at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, twining my fingers in his hair and pulling him to me.

As he moves down my body, he adjusts himself over me, straddling my leg while his still applies pressure between my legs. He kisses the tops of my breasts, but doesn’t move the nighty out of the way, sucking both my nipple and the fabric into his mouth. Pulling away from one to repeat the process on the other, he pops off and inspects his handiwork. I glance down my body to see two circular wet spots on my chest, only the look in his eyes keeping me from laughing. He looks feral, animalistic.

“I need you,” I tell him.

“Not until I taste you first.”

He slides down the fabric covering my belly until he’s kneeling between my legs, leaving wet, open mouth kisses all down the front of my nighty, stopping every couple to admire his marks on me. Just when I think he’s going to finally put his mouth on my pussy, he pulls the fabric down, placing it over the top of my slit, covering my clit.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Trust me.” He grins the most delicious grin, before lowering his head.

He licks me from my opening to right below where the fabric now covers me, avoiding my clit and making me groan my displeasure. “Stop playing, Joker.”

“I said trust me.”

I throw my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, putting all my faith in the man currently playing with me.

And then his tongue is fucking me, his nose rubbing on the fabric that is now rubbing on my clit. It’s silky, but foreign. It feels good. My groan of frustration turns into something else entirely as my hips start to move on their own accord. I’m climbing the peak to my orgasm when he adds a finger into the mix, pulling his tongue out and replacing it with his curved digit, rubbing my inner wall. He pulls the now wet fabric away from me and sucks my clit into his mouth. When he scrapes it gently with his teeth, I go over, screaming his name and pulling his hair. I don’t know if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away.

He continues to finger fuck me until I finally can’t take anymore. “Stop, please. I can’t…no more…”

He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a cheshire cat grin on his face. “I don’t think this thing is ever going to be the same.” He waggles his brows and slides his hands up my hips, pulling the nighty with him until it’s rolled up undermy tits. He pulls his pajama pants down far enough to free his cock, and positions himself between my legs.

“Fast and dirty or slow and sweet?” he asks, kissing up my neck again.

“Yes,” I answer, rubbing his cock along my sensitive flesh.

“Dirty girl.” He grins, pinning my arms above my head and using his own strength to line himself up and thrust inside of me.

“Yes!” I cry out.

He’s punishing in his rhythm, both of us all grunts and moans, skin slapping against skin. It’s hot, it’s carnal. It’s pure need.

He lets go of my hands to get a better angle, pushing himself up so that each thrust grinds against my clit.

“You’re going to come again, Beautiful.”

I nod, already knowing he’s right. I pull my legs up higher on his hips, locking my feet behind his back, and push against the headboard to give him the motion he needs to go over the edge with me.

I feel the tingles start in my belly and go out, up through my chest, down to my toes, and I gasp. “Harrison!”

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