Page 152 of Smooth Sailing

She cried out in surprise and excitement when he lifted her clean off him and tossed her to her back, and he felt the sound she made in his dick too.

Then he got out of bed, tugged his shirt off his shoulders, heard her gasp, took hold of her ankles, dragged her to him and heard her gasp again.

With her green gaze searing into him, he went after her belt, her button, her fly, and dragged her pants and panties down her legs.

Seeing her, mostly bare for him, he almost came in his jeans.

“Harlan,” she breathed.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed, hauled her ass to the edge of it, pitched one of her thighs over his shoulder, the other one, heard her whimper, saw her pretty, slick, pink pussy right there for him.

And he buried his face in it.

Christ, heaven.

If he was in his right mind, no matter how wet he found her when his mouth hit her, he would have given her a lot more foreplay before this point.

But the instant she felt his touch there, she arched her back, digging her pussy into his mouth, her heels into his back, and she moaned, so he took a break from licking to smile against her cunt, because she was right there with him.

Always, Di was right there with him.

Hugger learned quick that he could eat her for a lifetime and not get bored, especially after she clenched her hand in his hair to hold him to her.

He knew she was about to go with the noises she made, the way she was clenching and unclenching her fist in his hair, the way she was ramming her pussy into his face and wriggling.

So he got to his feet.

“Harlan!” she gasped.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, bent to yank off his socks, pulled out his wallet and grabbed a condom. He tossed the wallet on the nightstand, clasping the edge of the condom packet in his teeth as he went after his jeans, his focus on Diana. Her face flushed. Her hair all over the white covers. Her eyes hot, her lids heavy.

She was life. She was heart. She was goodness. She was everything, ready and primed and waiting for him in her bed, her eyes locked to his.

That was, they were locked to his before he pulled his down jeans, then they were locked to his dick.

Her face got pinker, her eyes got hotter, she started to move, and he grunted, “Don’t even think about it.”

She stopped, and her gaze was even hotter.

Done with the condom, Hugger bent and wrapped an arm around her, digging the sweet little intake of breath he heard when he pulled her deeper into bed.

Having her where he wanted her, he settled into her. He curved one of her legs around his ass, the other around his thigh, took hold of his dick and guided it to her.

“We doin’ this, baby?” he whispered against her lips.

“If we don’t do it right now, I think I’ll never forgive you.”

He smiled and nudged her opening with the tip.

“Stop playing, Hugger,” she ordered.

“You gotta have time to adjust,” he explained.

“I got an eyeful, honey. I know that. But I’m tougher than you think.”

He knew she was tough, but he was never going to be the one to make her be that way.

He gave her an inch and saw her eyes round then get lazy.

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