Page 31 of Honey Sunshine

Ah. . .

I want to remember this too.

The way he kisses me, so possessive and tender. How his mouth melts against mine. The way he explores my mouth with that commanding tongue, I can’t help but surrender.

Harvey climbs on top of me. My legs are practically like mush when he settles between them, and we’re touching everywhere. Skin to skin. Cock to cock. God, it feels so fucking good... so good that I want to cry.

I can’t believe I’ve lived this long without experiencing something like this. It feels cruel that the universe will have to take it away from me just when I’ve finally found it.

Beneath his steel-hard body, I’m squirming and moaning, raking my hands down his broad back. Pleasure unlike any other courses through me, settling across every inch of my body like a burning inferno.

“H-Harvey,” I gasp, toes curling inside my socks as his length rubs against mine. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my entire existence. “You make me want?—”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs against my swollen lips, as he shifts between my thighs, parting my legs wider. I’m barely able to concentrate or even process what he’s saying, especially when he’s rocking his hips down into me like that.

“You.” My voice is barely a whisper. I need him to take care of that ache pulsating deep within me... deep down, there... “Inside me, now, please?”

Rarely am I this needy in bed, but something about Harvey just wrings it out of my body without even trying. I’m literally aching with need, frustrated, with so much pent-up desire. I can’t wait any longer for what I’ve stubbornly been holding myself back from.

“Not yet,” he mumbles, nipping my cheek and causing me to jolt from the electric shock that zaps through my body. He chuckles, then nibbles the side of my neck, making me shudder violently. “We need to make sure you’re nice and ready. I want to savor every bit of you.”

He reaches between our bodies, taking us both in his hand. He starts a slow, torturous pumping with his fist.

“Fuck,” I whimper against his lips, digging my nails into his scalp.

“You’re practically leaking,” he rumbles, chuckling darkly as he brushes his fingers across the sensitive tip. “So wet for me.”

“Harvey...” I moan, clenching and winding up so tightly I’m terrified I might actually burst. “Stop teasing and hurry up. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” he mutters, wrapping his fingers tightly around my dick while dragging his fist downward, spreading precum all around my length. A needy moan spillsfrom my lips. I grip the sheets for an anchor as I roll my hips into his warm hand.

“Mhm, just like that.” Soft moans pour out of me. The obscene squelching noise as he drags his hand all over my cock, pumping it in that slow rhythm, is making me lose my damn mind, making me yearn formore, please...

Harvey releases me and crawls up the bed to the nightstand. My ears perk up at the sound of a drawer opening, followed by the familiar sound of a bottle popping open. My hole tightens in anticipation as I watch him pour a generous amount of lube onto his hand.

He slicks it over my sensitive length, ghosts over my balls and then between my legs, circling my hole. He pushes a finger inside me and I cry out in response to the shock that rips through me, sending shivers across my entire body.

“That’s it,” Harvey coos, placing a hand on my hip to hold me in place.

Heat and pressure build inside me as he starts to move his finger in and out as if testing the waters. He pushes another finger in and my eyes flutter shut.

Then he leans over me and whispers in my ear, “Do you have any idea how hot you look?” His breath tickles my skin. “So fucking hot, you’re making it so damn hard not to take you right now.” His other hand wraps around my cock.

The double stimulation nearly sends me over the edge.“Harvey...”

He adds a third finger, scissoring and stretching me open. It’s impossible to hold back the lewd sounds escaping my lips, or the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me as his demanding hand explores my very depths, preparing me for him.

“Is this what you want, Zach? Do you want my fingers to make you come?” He drives them deeper into me, curling over my prostate. Obscene noises fill the room as my hole clampstighter on his fingers, wanting more of that maddening pleasure, but it’s somehow not enough.

“No . . .”

“No?”

“Want . . .” I swallow, barely able to form coherent words. “W-want . . . your cock . . .Ah!”

I jolt in surprise when he bites down on my collarbone just as he sinks another finger into me. He moves them in perfect time to my bucking hips, fucking into me the way I crave so badly.

“Want my thick cock buried in your ass? Fill my Honey up with my nectar?”

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