Page 50 of Release (Symbols of Love 3)

"Wait..." he growls as he reaches down and grapples around for his pants.

"For what?" I ask, impatient and so needy.

"I need to get a condom, and I want to eat you," he says as he licks my breast one more time. My nipple is swollen and pulsating from his attention. My breast throbs from the scrape of his day-old beard, and I hope it never abates. I want to remember this pleasure forever.

His mouth burns a trail down my torso. He licks, sucks and bites me, and when he gets to my pussy, he uses one hand to push my thighs apart, and with no ceremony, no teasing, he's sucking my clit into his mouth.

My cry is so loud, I'm sure it splits the sky open that the pleasure washing over me is actually showers of hot stars. Every single pore on my skin revels in the purest pleasure I have ever felt in my life.

I look down at Harry and want to weep at the sight of his head moving between my legs. My fingers grip his silky, curling hair and admire the way the moon's rays - fat, bright and low tonight - dance through his hair giving him a crown of jet and silver.

When he puts both his hands under my hips and holds my body to his mouth, I start to come. It's hard, fast and so such an unexpected violence that my body bucks off the bed, the tsunami of release propelling me skyward. Before I can recover, he's back on top of me. . His weight rests on his elbows, but he’s nestled comfortably between my thighs. Our hips flush. His eyes, melted, sweet chocolate scan my face. My fingers come up brush the away the curls that have spilled onto his forehead.

My mind registers the movement, and I realize that my hand is moving up. That he’s on top of me.

My heart rate accelerates, but only because I’m not afraid. He looks down at me, his expression telling me that he’s reading my thoughts, and his smile is so soft.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my mouth, then thrusts his hips so that the large, rigid head slides decadently over my clit.

My head sinks even deeper into the pillow, exposing my throat.

“I like this view,” he says.

“I do, too,” I whisper, and something changes. Right then. I feel it.

His expression had been full of want and determination, and now it’s full of need and tenderness. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, loving how the hairs on his chest tickle my breasts and stimulate my nipples to standing.

I feel the pressure of his cock against my entrance, stretching me, the delicious burn of his ingress easing into an ache and then sending streaks of lightning sharp pleasure through me.

He lets out a short groan before his lips seize mine again, kissing me with a yearning that sends tears spilling out of the corner of my eyes. I tilt my hips to take him deeper, grasping his cock with my pussy until he's almost halfway inside of me.

He looks down between us. His eyes are intent on the spot where our bodies are joined. He watches as my body takes him in, and he grits his teeth at the friction our connection sparks.

His moan and my whimper mingle and then meld as he fills me completely. He wraps both of his arms around me and pulls me to him. I bury my face in his neck and twine my legs around his thighs as he rocks into me, deep and slow.

"Yes, yes, more." I can hear myself begging him, and he obliges me by grinding so forcefully against me that I know our hips are bruising each other. The top of his pelvis puts pressure on my clit at the same time his cock sends potent slivers of pleasure threading through my veins. I am burning from the inside out.

"Damn...” he groans, “Do you love this as much as I do?" he breathes out.

I nod. I couldn’t speak now if my life depended on it. I grip the hair at the nape of his neck, and just try to press myself even closer. His skin against mine is like being covered in a blanket of tingles and caresses.

“Will you look at me?" he asks, a little out of breath. He lifts off me, pulls out and slides the head of his cock up between the lips of my pussy. He teases me but withholds his cock from the place I need him most.

“Harry, why’d you stop?” I complain in a dry throated whisper.

“I asked you to look, at me.” He says, his voice gruff. I obey and find beautiful brown eyes fixed on my face and full of mischief. His chest heaves and the muscles in his arms bulge from supporting his weight while he hovers above me. The lopsided grin on his face says, “I don’t have a care in the world.” My heart flutters and I smile back.

“Now,” he gives my nose a tiny kiss. “I want you to answer my question.” He teases me by easing the head of his cock into me and then stopping. His grin faltering as I squeeze him, and try to draw him in.

“What question?” I ask, scooting forward to close the gap between.

“Do you love this as much as I do?” He rocks forward giving me a little bit, and his smile is so wicked, triumphant and happy.

“Yes, more.” I say knowing what he needs to hear.

“Finally.” He punctuates his relief with a sharp thrust of his hips. In one stroke he’s filled me to the hilt. I gasp at the pinch of pain and the moan as it blossoms into lovely pulsing waves of ecstasy.

My back arches off the bed, and my head flies back into the pillow.

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