“I’m fine. I still have a few more things I need to finish. But you should go back to sleep, sweetness.”
“Only if you come with me.” I smirk, tracing my fingers up his arms before digging them into his messy hair and giving it a rough pull.
“You’re high on pills.”
“All the better.”
“You’re healing from surgery.”
“So, make the pain go away.”
“You’re—”
I’m tired of listening to his excuses. Slamming my lips into his, I catch him off guard, and it takes him a moment to gain the upper hand. When he does, he doesn’t devour me as I’d intended. He coaxes the moans from deep within my soul. My core pulses at the same tempo he keeps with his tongue, drawing lazily against mine as if we have all the time in the world and aren’t on a countdown to all hell breaking loose.
His lips descend the front of my neck, tracing feather-light touches downward until they wrap around my nipple through the thin silk material I’m wearing.
“Harkin, more,” I plead, like a sinner on her knees, before Lucifer himself.
“More what, little one?” he asks, between biting kisses against my skin until he’s captured my other nipple, pulling it taut between his teeth.
“Harder. Faster. More,” I beg.
“If you want this. If you want to come, we’re taking it slow. Do you understand?”
I sigh in annoyance, and his skillful mouth pulls away, leaving me cold and wanton.
“This, or you can go back to bed with your hot cunt pulsing and nothing to dull the ache.”
“Don’t stop.”
I shift and straddle him, my knees knocking into the armrests. My fingers work quickly to shove his gray sweatpants down and free his cock. He’s hard and pulses in my hand when I jack him slowly, drawing out his pleasure just the same as his teasing touches up my back. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and I run my thumb through it, dragging it across his purple-tinged crown. Hiking my silk slip to my hips with one hand, I lead him to my entrance to take him inside me, but Harkin stalls my efforts with his large, hot hands around my hips.
Letting me drop an inch, he pulls me back, repeating the process and keeping my movement excruciatingly shallow. He stokes my heightened desire to build it, but never lets me fully reach my peak. I’m seconds away from climbing off and handling things myself back in our bedroom. He must feel the shift in my demeanor because his eyes lock on mine, and he thrusts up, bottoming out.
“Fuck!” I scream through the apartment.
“Is that what you wanted, little one? To feel me so deep, you’ll ache from my loss the rest of the day?”
“Yes,” I whisper, lost to our bodies' rhythm as we pick up the pace.
My head swims from the pills, making it hard to focus on the tightness building in my core. But then a tingling crosses my skin, breaking through my mental block, and I roll my hips searching for friction against my clit. It comes with a wave of pleasure, pushing me closer to my peak, and I explode. Stars dance behind my closed lids, and I shudder, falling apart in Harkin’s arms as he races to join me.
He controls my relaxed body with a firm grip, hammering into me from below as I lay limp against his warm chest. He jerks and holds my hips down against himself, finding his pulsing release deep inside my pussy.
“Jesus, woman,” he breathes out, stilling underneath me.
I’m relaxed, coaxed onto the cusp of unconsciousness. I could fall asleep here in his arms and not think twice about the fact that he’s still seated deep inside me, his cum waiting to spill free.
“How about we get you back to bed now?” he asks as he kisses my cheek.
I mumble my approval, but it doesn’t seem to break past my lips as a clear statement. Harkin’s laugh bounces my body against his chest. I’m jolted from my perch on his lap into the air. He takes a second to kick free from his sweats before we both go toppling to the ground.
I don’t let go of my hold around his neck when he lays me down, wanting to pull him with me into bed so he can finally get some rest. “Come to bed,” I whine, my eyes blurring and ready to close to pull me under.
“Let me clean you up, and then I’ll join you.”
“You take such good care of me.”