Page 54 of The Harborer
He smiled to himself, ridiculously pleased that what he was doing to her made her invoke the Big Guy’s name in place of Gaia’s.
Nowshedrew back and tugged at his shirt. He grabbed the back and yanked it off his body in one fluid motion. Then he lunged upward, bringing her with him, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“Gonna open up this couch,” he panted.
“Oh yes, please,” she gasped back.
He set her feet on the floor, and his attention was drawn to the harsh fluorescents in the kitchen. He darted in and flipped them off, ready to pull the cushions from the couch. A devilish idea stopped him. He turned and pulled Amy into his arms, skin to skin. She pushed up on tiptoe and wound her arms around his neck. He kissed her languidly, deeply, moving his hands down the channel of her bare back to the waistband of her jeans. His hands slid to the front, where his fingers feathered over her stomach, where they found and undid her button and pulled down her zipper. He hooked her panties with his thumbs and pushed them and her jeans over her hips, dragging them down her thighs.
Mouths still fused together, she wriggled and soon her bottoms were puddled on the floor. Now she was completely naked, and he pulled away to enjoy the glorious sight while he worked the couch open. She cut his view short, with her lips on his neck and her hand on his cock, caressing, stroking, mapping his shape through the flannel of his lounge pants. He let out a thundering groan.
“You like that?” she murmured, turning his own words on him. She nipped at his skin, then flicked her tongue over the bite to soothe it.
His brain screamed, “Fuck yeah!” but his mouth could only let out a croak of approval.
“So big,” she whispered, and damn if his chest didn’t swell as much as his cock.
“I’m sure it’ll fit,” he mumbled. But fuck, he needed to get them to the next stage before he came in his pants.
“Couch. Bed,” he grunted like the caveman he was.
Reluctantly, he untangled himself from her and got busy unfolding the bed. He glanced over at her as she stood out of his way. His table lamp threw its dim light over her, outlining her with its golden glow, and he came to a grinding halt.
“Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, you are …” He searched for the right word. Couldn’t find it in his muddled brain. Finally threw out, “A goddess.”
Hands clasped behind her, she smiled shyly but didn’t flinch under his blatant appraisal. He tried not to stare, but he drank in the shape of her, the color and texture of her skin, like silk spun in bronze—smooth, warm, luminous. Her breasts were heavy, her areolas the size of quarters, and her nipples the color of bittersweet chocolate. Her torso narrowed at the waist, then flared at the hips, and her perfect pelvic bones framed her flat stomach. Her belly button held a surprising charm that winked at him, and below that, a triangle of black curls beckoned. He practically salivated at the thought of running his tongue over every inch of her body, of burying his face between her legs, of suckling her decadent peaks that even now were furling into tight pebbles.
She was utter perfection, better than anything his wildest fantasies had ever painted.
“Do you need help?” she asked softly.
Shit, he’d been standing there like a damn statue, gawking at her, with his dick tenting his pants. “No, I got it.”
He moved swiftly, wrenching out the bed so hard the legs thudded against the floor. Then he grabbed pillows from his closet that he tossed in a haphazard heap. She approached the bed, her movements graceful, and slowly peeled back the covers before arranging the pillows. Entranced, he watched as she crawled on top, curled her legs beneath her, and eased back against the pillows. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and smiled.
“Are you going to join me?” Her words snapped him momentarily out of whatever soupy lust fog he’d drifted into.
She was waiting. For him.
“Yes. Absolutely. Yes.” A few steps, and he stood next to where she lay and looked down into limpid mahogany eyes swimming with desire. Sane Shane’s dim voice told him todo something, but he was caught in the throes of hypnosis paralysis.
Eyes locked on his, Amy sat up, scooted to the edge of the mattress, and placed her hands on either side of his hips. “Itmight be easier if we take these off.” She began working down his pants before he could, so he held his arms up and out of the way and watched her slide them down. Damn, that was sexy as fuck! His throbbing shaft stuck in his underwear, but she quickly reached in and freed it before tugging his pants down to his knees. He worked them down the rest of the way and kicked them off, his eyes never straying from hers.
Her hand wrapped around his length, and he watched, spellbound by the difference in their skin tones. She drew closer and gave his crown a swipe of her tongue. His cock jumped. She smiled up at him, then she proceeded to lick him like a lollipop, never breaking eye contact. He wove his fingers in her hair and held on. Closing her mouth over him, she sucked him into her hot, moist mouth, her tongue performing feats of magic.
Shuttering his eyes, he dropped his head back and let the sensations carry him into a current of carnal bliss. A long, growling animal noise he didn’t recognize rose in his chest.
Oh fuck!He wasn’t going to last. What she was doing felt too damn good. Breaths came in broken pants, and his legs trembled. His eyes flew open, and he looked down to see her looking right back at him, her eyes intense and dark.Thatimage would forever be emblazoned on his brain.
Hands still twined in her hair, he eased her off his dick. A soft popping noise sounded when it slid out of her mouth.
She licked her lips, and he could have sworn a smug smile quirked the corners of her sinful mouth. She reached for him again, but he held her in place.
“I … can’t. That’s too …” Fuck! He couldn’t even talk. He needed a moment to recover. He needed to wrestle back his control—assuming he had any left. He needed to save his energy so he could take care of her the way he wanted to take care of her—the way shedeservedto be taken care of.
He motioned for her to move over, and he climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms. They lay on their sides, facing each other, their eyes riveted to one another’s. His hand wandered lazily over her back, her waist, and caressed thecontours of her ass. Meanwhile, her finger leisurely traced patterns across his shoulders and back. She hiked one leg up, draping it over his hip, and he pulled her to him, her heat coming in contact with the tip of his cock, which hadn’t deflated even one micrometer.
“Are you cold?”
