Page 20 of Harvest of Love
“I’ve been waiting as long as you have for this moment,” he says, his voice steady, eyes bright. “Now that I’m finally here, with you under me… I don’t want to mess it up. I want to take my time and idolize you.”
I swallow hard. This man is downright perfect. Perfect for me.
“Thank you,” I manage. His brows furrow. “You are the most incredible man I’ve ever been with—about to be with. And I still can’t believe this is my life. That this is actually happening.”
“I’m the one who’s grateful, baby. You’re giving me—givingus—a chance.”
He leans down and kisses me softly.
Shifting his weight to one arm, his free hand tugs at my sweater. My hands roam his back, shoving his shirt upward until he takes the hint and sits back on his knees. He strips it off, then helps me out of my sweater.
When he unbuttons my jeans, the mere brush of his fingers against my navel has me nearly panting. In one swift move, he slides off my jeans and boots. Then he pulls his wallet from his back pocket, produces a condom, and tosses it onto the nightstand.
He’s about to straddle me again when I lift my hand, stopping him.
“You need to lose those jeans, sir.”
His lip quirks, amused by the title.
“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.” He gives a little bow, and I chuckle. I love his playfulness.
Once his jeans are gone, I can’t help licking my lips at the sight of his cock straining against his briefs.
He notices and gives his dick a tug through the fabric. I squirm, pressing my thighs together, desperate for relief.
But instead of straddling me, Manny kneels at the foot of the bed and lifts one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. He massages my foot, then trails kisses along my ankle and my calf.
I’ve never been touched with such care. The thought of Manny idolizing me, just as he promised, makes me sigh with contentment.
“Do you like this?” he asks, his lips traveling up my calf to my knee.
Inod, trying for a smile, but words escape me. I’m too lost in the way he’s making me feel. There isn’t an inch of me that he hasn't kissed or caressed.
When he reaches my thigh, my core jolts with anticipation. His mouth is so close to where I crave it. He kisses and nibbles at the sensitive skin in my inner thigh, then nuzzles my center, and I moan.
“Are you ready for me, bebé?”
I nod frantically, and he chuckles.
His tongue drags from my thigh to my clit, teasing me through my panties. It’s an unexpected path, but I’m not about to complain. The man clearly knows what he’s doing—I’m already panting, and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet.
As if reading my thoughts, Manny slides my panties to the side and swipes his tongue over my lips until he finds my clit. My body jerks off the bed.
I can feel his lips curve into a smile as his tongue flicks at me with lightning speed.
“Oh, gosh. Manny, don’t stop,” I beg, fisting his hair and pressing him closer.
He rolls his shoulders against my thighs, spreading me wider for better access. Then two fingers slide inside me, and another cry rips free.
I lift my head and find his gaze already on me. His eyes are bright and hungry. I’m sure mine mirror his.
Manny twists his hand so he can keep thrusting with two fingers while his thumb starts to circle my clit.
I scream in pleasure at the way he devours my cunt. This man is a twelve out of ten. No notes.
He quickens his pace, and the next thing I know, I’m coming so hard it borders on painful. He only slows when my breathing finally steadies.
Lifting his torso, he flashes a wicked grin. “Are you ready for more?”
