Page 48 of The Actor: Harrison

“Fuck!” I try to catch my breath.

I look at Sienna as she lets my cock out and smiles at me.

“Naked. Now!” I order and she smirks, standing up and discarding her clothes on the floor.

Her eyes never leave mine as she stands in front of me with her sinuous body in full display. She is so beautiful it hurts. Her perfect tits, with dark nipples and olive skin are to die for, but her raven hair cascading behind her shoulders is the icing on the cake.

A cake I want to taste badly. I reach out my hand and drag her to me, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue.

“Straddle my face,” I order her and a flash of lust crosses her eyes.

She doesn’t make me repeat it twice, and when her perfect pussy is hovering over my mouth, I rest my head on the back of the sofa and grip her hips firmly dragging her down on me.

I hear her catching her breath in surprise, but moan deeply when I finally lick my way over her wet folds. She is sweet and a bit salty, and aroused like she was waiting for me all this time.

I lick, nip, and use my tongue to explore her most intimate parts. But when I suck hard on her clit, she lets out a low, deep groan, gripping my hair with both hands and riding my face, chasing that orgasm she’s craving. I open my eyes and stare, mesmerized, at her perfect tits bouncing while she reaches her peak and lets out a desperate cry.

The view is so erotic my cock is hard again.

“That was unbelievable,” she says, crawling back to the couch and kissing me.

“Well, are you up for another?” I raise my eyebrow, pointing to my dick standing proud between us.

She smiles and reaches out her hand, palm up. “Condom,” she orders.

“Wallet.”

She scrambles to reach the pocket of my jeans and gives me my wallet. I fish out the condom and she rips it from my hands. I study her while she rips the golden foil with her teeth and wraps my hardened shaft with her long fingers. I love the fact that she’s not shy about us fucking.

“Are you ready for a ride?” she whispers in my ear and bites my lobe.

“Fuck yes,” I breath out when she lowers herself on my cock up to the brim and then starts to roll her hips, chasing the friction on her clit.

She rides me like she’s trying to win a competition, and when I grip her ass and tease her hole with my finger, she goes off like a shooting star. I feel her wet, hot pussy clenching around my cock, and I start to thrust into her, chasing my own release.

When I come deep inside her, letting out a deep groan and wrapping my hand around her waist holding her tight, she caresses my hair and kisses my head, both of us trying to catch our breath.

Sex with Sienna is spectacular, but it’s the ache of longing in my chest that makes my head spin.

Step one in our relationship: sex.

I’m comfortable saying we nailed it.

The other steps? Not so sure.

I open my eyes and the familiar sight of my lamp on the nightstand greets me. It’s a familiar view, but nothing else about this morning is familiar. Harrison spent the night here, after five days locked in his home having mind-blowing sex after we celebrated the wrap of the movie. When Harper called me, worried about my wellbeing, I forced myself to come home, and he offered to accompany me…and we had explosive sex in my bedroom.

Which is why I now have his tantalizing scent on my pillow. I turn around, expecting to face a sleeping Harrison but I’m disappointed to find his half of the bed empty. After we spent five days rolling around naked in his bedroom…swimming pool…okay, every room in his house—even the wine cellar—I expected him to spend the night and not slip out early in the morning like a thief without even telling me. I know there’s a good reason, but still, it’s disappointing.

I walk into my bathroom and take a shower to look halfway presentable when I show my face to Harper. She was delighted when Harrison showed up yesterday and stayed for a movie night. It was a surreal moment, having a massive Hollywood star staying at our home, sitting on the twelve-year-old beat-up couch eating microwaved popcorn and discussing the photography of the movie we watched. Like stepping into an alternate reality where I have a glamorous life.

When I walk into the kitchen the sight in front of me is more confusing than waking up alone. Harrison is at the stove, shirtless, while Harper is on her computer at the kitchen counter, chatting with him and laughing. When she notices me, her smile turns into a grin.

“Here is she, Sleeping Beauty,” she says, and Harrison turns around as I approach him at the stove.

He smiles at me, reaching out his hand and dragging me to his chest. A giggle escapes my lips. A giggle. I rarely do that but this man makes me do things I didn’t know were possible. Like having hot sex with a Hollywood movie star.

“Good morning,” he whispers, pecking my lips. “I’m making breakfast.” He winks.

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