Page 257 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 1

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to stop, not with her. I will, though, if that’s what she wants. She kisses me, giving me every reason to believe her words.

Cupping my face, she kisses me again before we fall between the sheets. Holding her in my arms, I settle between her legs as her body blooms under my kisses. I can’t blame the alcohol, only myself for what I’m about to do. And although my mind has a million thoughts zipping through it, my body knows what it wants.Her.

So I won’t tell her no. Nor will I deny her pleasure. Her pleasure is ultimately mine.

When she moves on top of me, I push everything out of my mind except for what’s right in front of me, on top of me, and around me. Staring at her tits and curves, her smile, and the mischievous glint in her eyes.

This isn’t how I thought we’d start, but there aren’t any complaints from me. Tatum lifts and then slowly slides down, her heat engulfing me and causing my eyes to close. “Oh fuck.”

Heaven.

Hell.

And the purgatory between.

I’m caught in every emotion and state of being, lost inside her, no barrier between us, as she begins to ride me. “Look at me, Harrison,” she commands. Her words come out as if the demand itself stole her breath away.

Opening my eyes, I watch as our bodies move, as they remember the way they once danced. I move to feed the deep-seated tightening inside, but the craving can’t be satisfied. So I grab her hips and start fucking her.

When she puts her hands on my chest, I drive into her. She comes down and bounces on my lap before hovering over me, our eyes locked on each other’s. “Slow down,” she says, her voice low in the dimly lit room. “I don’t want to rush.”

Reaching over, she pushes a button, and the curtains begin to close. Here I thought we were about to give New York more of a show than we already have. I pull the covers to my thighs, exposing her bare body for only me to see. I worship at her altar as I give her everything I can when inside her and the passion she deserves with every kiss that’s pressed to her lips.

Her head tilts back, the tip of her hair wading across the tops of my thighs. When she’s leaning back, her tits are perky, the nipples perfect pink buds begging to be . . . I reach up and run the pad of my thumbs over each one until they perk and harden.

When her hands land on my legs and those tits are paraded in front of my face, I cup them and then bring one to my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. I leave it wet and wanting like her and move to the other to do the same.

Though she’s settled on top of me, there’s no less a frenzy of feelings and touches shared between us. Starting a slow but steady rocking action, she feels too good to last long.

The scorching heat of our bodies’ connection is intense. I take a deep breath, everything feeling more than it ever has before. The barrier of a condom was black and white to the technicolor of being bare.

Gripping her hips, I thrust up, moving in and out as I hunt for the release that will send me over the edge. I watch her tits bounce as I fuck the breath from her, getting off on how much she’s turned on. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

The tips of her fingers sweep across my forehead, pushing my hair to the side. “You’re only saying that because you’re inside me right now.”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” My words are spurs that get her moving to the pace she was begging from me earlier—faster, harder . . .

“I’m going to come again,” she exhales on a harsh breath, her eyes still latched to mine.

The climb to the edge is exhilarating, and my body pulses in anticipation. I’m close, but I want to watch her fall apart again and feel her succumb to the bliss while riding me.

Bringing her closer, I wrap my arms around the small of her back, and we rock together until her breathing deepens and her eyes close from the lust. Her mouth opens, and, “Harrison,” tumbles from her lips as if I’m her savior.

When I feel the quakes building in her body, and one begins to erupt, I pull her close and begin kissing and sucking on her neck. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”

Control was lost already, and her arms tighten around my neck to relish in another orgasm. “Yes. God. Yes!” Trembling around me, she squeezes my dick until I can’t stave off my release any longer.

Letting go, I move my body on instinct, my willpower lost in the throes of her passion and soft mewls as she comes down. I fuck until part of my soul goes missing, seeking to reclaim its other half. I swear angels sing when the torture that had been packed into a compartment years ago is released. “Oh fuck.”

She slams onto me one last time before I hold her in place like the last puzzle piece that completes the big picture. I’m emptied of anything of value—my energy, soul, and heart if I’m being honest. I rest back and try to catch my breath. “You . . .” Through panting breaths, I confess, “I knew what we had was special.” I cup her face, a sheen glistening across her cheeks and chest, her skin, and a thrill still so striking in her eyes. “You’re incredible.”

Laughing softly, she says, “I might have missed you more than I realized.” She leans down and kisses my temple. The tip of her tongue dips out and swipes the salty sweat from my forehead.

“Might have?” She begins to wriggle away, so I catch her wrist, looping my hand around it gently. She’s free to go, but I like that she stays. “I’m really great at accepting compliments. You should try me and say what you mean.”

“I just bet you are.” Kissing my shoulder, she lingers before facing me again. “You were better than memory serves, and I have incredible memories of that night.”

A smirk would be justified, but I grin instead, feeling this moment with her deserves something more befitting. Lightly pinching her chin between my fingers, I say, “It was one of the best nights of my life.”

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