Page 17 of Harry

I lean into his palm, the warmth providing a source of comfort, giving me a moment to feel something other than confusion and grief.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, my thoughts immediately going to the letter from my dad.

I nod my head, realising how close we’ve become in the course of this conversation, his face is close enough now that I can see the flecks of copper in his dark eyes.

My pulse quickens, my breath hitches, and then stars explode as his lips crash onto mine.

It’s feverish and quick, the way he moves his lips over mine. The way our mouths mould together like they were made especially to fit each other.

The tension I’ve been holding on to in what feels like forever, melts away and I want to float away with it.

His hands roam up my arms, squeezing my shoulders and the back of my neck. I open my mouth to him, inviting his tongue to tangle with mine. A low hum starts in my throat, vibrating from me like a purr of satisfaction as my head goes light.

He presses against me, causing my body to move backwards until I’m lying on the bed. His big hands roam to my waistband before he pulls away from me, both of us breathless.

“I’m going to make you feel good Harriet, and then we’re going to take the world by storm.”

The sound of my name, raspy and raw, sets me on fire and I believe him, nodding my head.

He undoes the fly of my jeans and I lift my hips so he can pull them down. I catch the smirk on his face as he sees the black lace.

“These look so fucking good on you,” he says, swiping his fingers over the small scrap that covers between my thighs. He hooks two fingers in the side of the gusset and pulls it across, revealing me to him. Using his thumb, he smooths the pad over my slit, parting my lips before putting his mouth on me.

The feel of his hot mouth against my core is amazing as he instantly begins working my sensitive folds, taking my direction as I encourage him up to my clit. I feel him grin against me.

“Patience. I want to enjoy this,” he tells me, before dipping his head back between my thighs. “I’ve imagined how you would taste ever since I first saw you.”

I lift myself up just long enough to pull the blazer from my shoulders and make myself more comfortable as he sucks hard on my clit, sending my hips bucking. All of the self-conscious thoughts that have plagued me in the past evaporate from my mind as he eagerly eats my pussy. I can feel the orgasm building higher than ever before. As he alternates between sucking and licking me, I’m driven right to the peak just as he slides a finger inside, hooking it to reach the right spot, and I come undone.

The orgasm ploughs through me, the intensity taking me by surprise as my back arches with each pulse of pleasure. I cry out with every spasm as my entire body feels as though it’s turned to stardust before being put back together in a better way.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Harriet,” he says, and I like the way my name sounds when he says it.

He moves back up my body, kissing me deeply, my taste on his lips. I lift my knees so I can feel his hard length against me.

“You need to get undressed,” I pant against his mouth.

Aidan

I do as I’m told, wondering if I’ll ever taste anything as good as Harriet ever again because feasting on her was the most delicious thing I’ve tasted in my life. I remove my belt and begin to untuck my shirt when she sits up and reaches for the centre, tearing each side apart, buttons flying all over. She runs her hands over my chest, my abs, licking her lips as she palms my hard cock through my trousers.

“Take them off,” she breathes, pulling her T-shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor. She unclips her bra and does the same, her black lace panties following after. Now she is fully naked and I can’t tear my eyes from her.

Every curvy inch is perfect.

I drop my trousers and briefs before pulling her up and flipping us around. Within a few seconds she has grasped hold of my cock and is nudging it against her entrance.

“I’m on the pill,” she gasps, looking down at me. It’s something we’ll have to talk about at a later date if we turn this thing into a relationship, but right now I’m desperate to feel her wrapped tightly around me.

“I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” I say. Hoping she understands what this means. That once we’re together like this, there’s no going back. That she is mine, and she is making that choice the moment she takes me inside of her.

She takes the head of my cock into her tight entrance and begins to roll her hips, taking me in deeper with each revolution. By the time I’m buried to the root, her walls clenching tightly around me, I’m regretting my choice to let her be on top, because it’s going to be the end of me.

She looks like a goddess, I reach up to unclip her hair and watch as it tumbles around her face and over her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples are visible, peeking through the tendrils of hair and I find it so sexy I could blow my load right here and now.

She begins to ride me, slowly at first. Her beautiful tits bouncing each time she lifts herself up my cock and drops down again. Her rhythm changes as she takes me deeper, grinding against me. Her hands come to my chest, her arms pressing her tits together and I lift up to pull a nipple into my mouth and flick my tongue over it.

“Aidan,” her voice is high and sharp, like she is surprised at how good it feels. I want to hear her say my name like that a million times minimum before I die.

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