Page 47 of Red Hot Harmony

“Put those skillful fingers to use, baby,” I whispered between my moans.

Somehow, it felt natural to call him that. We were way past formalities at this level of intimacy, with his tongue on my sex and his hands doing exactly what he’d been asked, all sorts of pet names went.

It’d been so long since I’d let anyone inside my body, the act of penetration itself nearly took me to the brink.

“Omg, you’re really...so...damn...good at this,” I managed to say at some point as his digits—one, then two—slid in and out.

My bones were liquid, my lungs out of air... and we hadn’t even started the main course.

Something strong, almost violent was building inside me, and I wanted it to last just a little longer. I wanted to savor this delicious pressure the press and pull of his fingers and tongue were giving me.

“Wait…wait...” I said, letting the covers go and sinking my hand into his hair to cup the back of his head. It seemed important to touch him everywhere.

“Something wrong?” he asked, his voice panicked.

“No, no.” I tried to catch my breath. “I’ll come, if you keep going.” I lifted my head off the bed, and our eyes met in the dim city light filtering in from outside.

How was I not embarrassed to do this with uncovered windows?

“That’s the idea, mama.” He smiled then, his lips wet and plump and marked by desire.My desire.

“I want you inside me.”

He kissed my thigh and murmured, “That can be arranged.”

“Then take your fucking pants off!” I said and let my head fall back against the mattress again.

He laughed and it burned my skin and vibrated through me, wrecking the last of my self-control.

Then I heard the sound of clothes falling to the floor and a condom wrapper being ripped open. I looked up and watched him sheath himself with strange reverence because, typically, other women’s—or Harper’s—fascination with a man’s cock had mostly been lost on me. Sure, it brought pleasure when used right, but I’d never had much interest in it past that. However, with Dante, it was different for some reason.

He was beautiful with his tall, lithe, inked, sharply cut form. His cock was hard and impressive and positively big.

He moved above me and aligned his body with mine, his length pressed against my aching center, heavy and eager. He propped himself on his elbows with his forearms on either side of my head, our faces level, and for a long moment we were so still, I’d swear I could hear his erratic heartbeat.

He leaned in and kissed my mouth, tongue seeking tongue.

My hips shifted and bucked, small encouraging moves, while my hands roamed his shoulders.

Then he pushed in. The heady sensation of being stretched and filled made me dizzy.

“Not so fast,” I said.

He nodded.

“It’s been a little too long. I might have for—”

He cut me off with another kiss.

A distraction. That’s what it was. A way to draw my attention away from the obvious—things had gotten very tight after several years of neglect and it hurt. But the pain wasn’t bad and quickly turned into something else, a feeling of fullness. Hot and slick and pulsing.

I threw my arm around his neck, pulling him to me, and let go of all the control my mind was still desperately clinging to.

“It doesn’t matter how long,” he breathed out. “We’ll do it at your pace. Just...let me make it good. Let me make you feel good, mama.” His expression changed, became both tense and soft at the same time. “You’re so fucking wet, so fucking snug, I could fucking die right now.” There was a small appreciative smile on his face.

“No, not until after you make me come.” I half laughed and half moaned, not quite understanding how we could not only converse in the middle of having sex but also joke about such serious things as death. It was ridiculous. Ridiculous and wonderful. Lying there beneath a hard male body and not worrying about anything but our mutual chase after an orgasm.

He moved slowly, using long, dexterous thrusts. His chest brushed mine, his lips caressed my face. His fingers were getting lost in my hair, touching my side, teasing my breasts, cupping my ass.

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