Page 89 of Love Takes Home

My fingers slide around her clit before I thrust one inside, causing her to moan. A sound that never fails to make my blood surge.

“Are you going to come for me like this?” I ask, adding a second finger.

“If you keep doing that,” she replies, her voice breathy, her pitch going higher.

I add a third finger, getting it lubed up with her arousal, and slide it back to the puckered hole.

“Is this okay?” I ask, applying enough pressure for her to feel me circling her, and her response is to widen her legs, giving me more room to work with, and moving her hand over mind andpushing down, my finger breaking the barrier of the outer ring. “I take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck yes.”

I think my girl is a little kinky, and I love it.

I slowly work my finger in, making small circles, while still massaging her pussy walls with my other two fingers. She starts riding my hand, her own hand still covering mine, and her hips lifting off the couch of their own accord.

“Joker,” she cries, my fingers moving faster, my palm applying pressure on her clit.

“Come for me, Beautiful.”

“Harrisonnnn,”she keens as her heels dig into the cushions and her ass levitates. Her body freezes before the spasms begin, her release flooding over my hand, her ass clenching my finger.

I slow my movements, but don’t stop until her body goes lax beneath mine and she’s back on the couch.

“I love it when you come,” I tell her, kissing her lips fast but firm.

“Your turn,” she slurs in a husky voice.

“How do you want me?”

“On top of me.”

That I can do. I roll over on top of her, hiking her leg up over my hip and planting my foot on the floor for better leverage. I thrust in with no resistance, her pussy still drenched from her release.

“This is going to be fast,” I tell her. “You’ve turned me on too much.”

“Fast now, slow later?”

I grunt in approval when she smiles and tightens her leg around me, pulling me deeper inside of her. She’s topping from the bottom and I have a quick thought of her in leather and lace, telling me what to do.

Fuck me, just that thought is going to make me come undone. I speed up, thrusting my cock into her pussy like this is the last time I’ll get to touch her.

“Play with your clit,” I tell her. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m fucking you.”

She falters for half a second before doing what I ask. Her fingertips rubbing against my cock with each motion adds another layer of sensation to my already sensitive shaft.

“I’m almost there,” she whispers and grips my back, her nails making indents in my skin.

“Thank fuck,” I growl.

I don’t know if it’s the growl or the control slipping or the clit play, but I feel her pussy squeeze me before she’s crying out my name again. My real name. I follow her over, the tingles shooting out from my spine while I bury myself in her body, my head in her neck, and her arms wrapped around me.

“This steak is delicious,” Ginny says between bites.

Her hair is a glorious mess on top of her head, the locks still damp after our post sex-shower. She’s wearing an oversized shirt and nothing underneath. Watching her eat is erotic enough, but watching her sit at my kitchen table with only a thin piece of cotton separating my eyes from feasting on her body is revving my body up for round two.

“Thanks.” I smile at her.

“So, you cook, and you hand out orgasms.” She smirks. “Do you do your own laundry?”

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