Page 26 of Love Under Protection

Once he’s covered, I take advantage of the situation and do my best to push him onto his back and take over once again. I expect him to protest, instead he grabs my hips and guides me down on top of him.

My head falls back as I grind against his hips. Still sensitive from all the earlier gratification, every move is heightened with each thrust. Harley meets me move for move and it’s quickly become clear to me that he only let me think I was running this show. Even from the bottom, he’s still in control and making sure that we both find satisfaction.

Still, as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I can’t help but feel empowered. Harley seems to have a way of bringing it out of me.

He traces his hands up to cup my boobs and roll my nipples with his thumb. Euphoria threatens to rain down on me as he commands me to let it all go.

I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, holding us impossibly close as orgasm number three rockets through me. Harley pounds harder into me before letting out a growl as he stills below me.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, giving one final thrust.

Neither of us rushes to move. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart, beating wildly while catching my breath. His hand traces lazy circles on my back.

“You’re something else,” he whispers then presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“Hey, I told you I could handle anything you dished out.”

I can feel his smile against my skin.

“That you did.” He rolls us on to our sides and brushes my hair back from my face. “I need a cold water, want one?”

I nod in response.

Harley kisses my forehead. “Why don’t you get comfortable? I’ll be right back.”

My eyes follow his backside while I reposition myself and lean back against the pillows at the top of the bed. I don't even bother covering myself up. If Harley has the confidence and is comfortable enough to walk around in all his naked glory, than damnit, I'll own the skin I'm in too.

Harley's cock is still proudly half-mast as he walks back over. My mouth waters and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

"Keep looking at me like that, and I'll have you flat on your back before you can take a drink," he threatens with a twinkle in his eyes.

I quickly take the bottle of water from him and chug it in a very unlady-like manner. I need something to cool me down.

"One more day left. Big plans?" Harley asks, reaching for my hand.

"Not really. I may have hoped we could spend the day right here," I muse. With my free hand, I run my fingers over his chest.

"Checked everything off your bucket list, then?"

"Eh. I guess so. I hope to come back here, one day. Maybe go swimming with the dolphins."

"Swimming with the dolphins?"

"Yup. I booked a slot for the day I got sick and missed it. I forgot about it until the next day, and at that point, they were booked.” I shrug. “There’s always next time."

"And here I thought you'd say something crazy, like parasailing." Harley lifts his arm and tucks me into his side.

"Uhm. No. I'm good, thanks. Sort of afraid of heights."

We carry on a comfortable conversation about anything and nothing at all until both of us are yawning and delirious.

"Sleep. I'll take you to breakfast in the morning, and if you're lucky, I may have a surprise, too," he tells me as he tucks us both under the bedsheet.

As I drift to sleep, I realize one thing is for certain, this vacation has been the experience of a lifetime.

Chapter 15

Harley

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