She giggled and it faded on a groan as he tickled the underside of her clit with the tip of his tongue.Yes, ma’am, this is what I bring to the table.
Harlow struggled to stay balanced as he absolutely devastated her with his mouth. He was just so damned good at oral sex he took it to the next level. She held on so tight to the spindles of the headboard they creaked slightly while her entire body began to tremble.
He did this thing with his tongue and upper lip against her clit that had her upper body jerking like she’d touched a live wire only instead of electricity he sent a bolt of pleasure searing through her system.
It wasn’t too long before she found herself churning her hips, stroking herself against him with abandon as little waves of pleasure washed through her, preparing for the tsunami of her climax. He’d never content himself with a small orgasm for her. No. Miles paid attention to detail, and he was a perfectionist. Which meant every time he put his mouth on her pussy, he made her scream his name by the end.
There was nothing else but sensation as she let her head drop forward after closing her eyes. There was no hiding. No pretending away the things he made her feel. With Miles she could be wanton, and her desire was beautiful and worth the effort.
That freedom was something she didn’t take for granted. It was more than sex with nice orgasms. Wanting more, demanding more was part of this connection she shared with him. Another layer to their affection and trust. Private and absolutely perfect.
Soon there was nothing else to do but let loose the sounds from deep in her throat as he sucked her clit between his lips over and over and over again until she came so hard her lips tingled and her hands hurt from gripping the headboard.
She opened her eyes as he helped her to lay down next to him, the muscles in her legs still jumping here and there. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around him to hold him to her for long seconds. He was warm and firm and tasted like her. He was safe and strong and someone who would always be on her team.
So absolutely sexy.
“We’re supposed to meet Omar in an hour,” he said, starting to roll from bed. Lightning quick, she grabbed him, pulling him back to her.
“Where are you going? You’re not done,” she said and sounded slightly drunk.
“I didn’t want to rush,” he said.
“We can rush out the door to meet Omar. After you put your dick in me.”
“An offer I cannot refuse, my good lady,” he said, reaching under his pillow to pull out a condom.
“So prepared,” she said, very much pleased he was.
“I confess that I like to put condoms in places we might need them. Under my pillow, in the bathroom near the shower.”
And then he rolled her over and situated himself between her thighs. Again.
He thrust, entering her body in one movement, stealing her breath. Then he grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up, holding them at the knees where he pushed them further up and apart.
It kept her open for him to get extra deep. Each time he bottomed out, she grunted with him. There was little else she could do because the position kept her in place for him but she was bent in a way that kept her stationary. It was overwhelming in the best sort of way. Helpless but not really. Just enough to get the thrill without the fear.
It didn’t matter that they should speed up so as not to be late. Miles would take his time. And once he started fucking her, he often teased about never wanting to leave. But beyond the teasing was the way he touched her, the way his eyes took in every detail of her face. Hedidn’twant to leave her pussy and showed her without hesitation. He touched her—always—as if she were precious. Like there was nothing he wanted more in the universe than to be touching her.
He kept deep, allowing most of his body weight to hold them in place. His kisses were feverish, a gnash of lips and tongue, swallowing one another’s breath. Here with him she could lose herself. Give over to whatever it was they created together.
Miles shifted a little, breaking their kiss and Harlow took that opportunity to stare up into his face. In the shadow of the dying daylight, he looked a little dangerous, his dark hair tousled, lips swollen. His eyes had gone glassy and fuckdrunk. His beard, the ink on his shoulders and chest and the septum piercing combined with the snarl as he got closer and closer to climax pushed all her bad boy fantasy buttons. He looked reckless and sexy and mysterious. It sent a thrill through her.
He added a circular grind to the end of each thrust as he pressed against her clit. Each time was nearly percussive as the wave of sensation echoed through her. Miles was all about her pleasure and he wasn’t going to let himself come until she did first. A very fine quality.
She dragged her nails down his back, careful not to leave marks as he took his shirt off at the pool and ocean and on stage and she didn’t want to announce to the world that she’d dug her nails into his skin because he fucked her so good.
Each tortuously slow circle, over and over was a slow dance that left her panting. Left her so fucking close to climax every single cell in her body seemed tense and ready.
He knew it of course, she realized when his gaze cleared and focused on her face before smirking a moment.
Miles hummed low and obviously pleased. “Do you know you just got hotter and wetter? I think someone finds confidence very hot,” he teased while doing the aforementioned circle, sending little jolts of pleasure skittering through her.
There’d been a smart assed comment on the tip of her tongue but that last sex swirl had stolen her words. All but one. “Please.”
He groaned. “I’m helpless to deny you anything,” he murmured, increasing the pressure, and driving her higher and then right up over the top as she came in a hot rush that would have bowed her spine if she wasn’t pinned by his weight.
A snarled curse and he came, continuing that slow press for a while afterward until he rolled free with a sigh. “Don’t move,” he said as he disappeared into the bathroom and returned shortly.