Page 34 of Wild Ever After
Chapter Six
Bella’s knees hurt. Kneeling on tile hurt. No matter how expensive. No matter how beautiful it was. It hurt like hell.
But kneel on it she did, her mouth full of Harry’s cock, and Harry backed against the shower wall, his hands in her hair, his hips pushing forward and pulling back.
She couldn’t get enough of him and he, thank goodness, couldn’t get enough of her.
After a short nap, he’d tugged her from the bed and into a warm shower.
She was still hungry for him.
He was still hard.
The answer was simple. Suck him. Drain him. Make him give her the grunts and moans he’d withheld from her earlier.
That answer was much simpler than some of the other answers she’d given over the last fifteen or so hours. Not that she would be taking any of them back.
She’d given him a hard time. Not as a hard a time as perhaps she could have, but the truth was, her heart just wasn’t into fighting against what it wanted most in the world: Harry Walker.
They were far from being back to where they’d been at the club that night last year, but they’d get back to that place and be better for all their time apart. She had to believe that. They were in love. Still. Always.
There would never be a day, no matter what, where she was not in love with him, where she would not want him. He was too much a part of her. But they could change and they could redefine their relationship and that’s what would have to happen.
But until then…
Harry pushed deep into her throat, the long vein on the underside of his cock throbbing against her tongue.
When he withdrew, Bella gasped for breath, but then went after him on her own, taking him just as deep.
She’d always loved giving him head. She’d always loved that bit of power she held over him and he wasn’t naïve enough to think she didn’t wield any when she held him so preciously between her teeth.
He didn’t mind a little pain, much less than what she liked, but if she ever bit him with intent, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a month and rightfully so.
She kept it light, the scrape of her teeth against his hardness and he pushed a breath out between his lips.
She ran her hands up and down his thighs, treating him to her nails the way he’d done to her before. His legs trembled and the muscles tightened beneath her touch.
“Bella mine…” he growled the nickname, sending shivers down her spine. She’d missed his voice, his sounds, his presence. She’d missed the way he could make her feel with little more than a look.
She hummed and he shuddered. In her head, she smiled.
She hummed again, gripped his hips, and sucked on him the way she’d suck a milkshake from a straw. She gave it all she had, swallowing against him, against the head of his cock, massaging it with the back of her throat.
It had taken several months of intense training for her to deep throat him, for her to take every inch without gagging at the intrusion.
She was proud that at forty-eight years old, she was still that good, still able to swallow him whole, still able to melt Harry Walker just as fervently as she had when she was in college.
“All of it… Fuck, Bella…”
She wobbled her head a little, purred a little, and smile a lot.
“Just enough… Fuck… That’s it… Just enough hair for me to hold on to…”
Harry shoved the last bit of his erection between her lips and roared his pleasure down her throat.
Bella swallowed every drop, suckling to get even more, easing up to lick him clean when he loosened his hold on her head.
“Damn…”
