LOGINChapter 7
Harley
My entire body freezes, his lips are on mine.
What the fuck?
As his hands tangle in my hair and around my waist, I give in and kiss him back. Is this what it feels like to have someone actually want you? The heat between us is too much. My body purrs at his touch, the way he presses his body to mine leaves me desperate for more..
Suddenly he breaks the kiss, takes my hand and drags me down the hall. I follow, trying to not trip in the process. Where are we going now? I’m hungry.
“What about dinner?” I ask him as he opens a different door. I gasp, it’s his bedroom. Oh, my god. Is this about to happen?
“I’ll order some food later.” he snarls, spinning me around to stand in front of him, face to face. My breath catches as he kisses me again, backing us up until my calves hit the bed. Before I know it, his fingers are pulling at my jacket and knocking it off my shoulders. Then he traces my sides, pulling my shirt up as he breaks the kiss.
It’s happening, holy fuckity fuck, it’s happening. This gorgeous man, yes man, is going to have sex with me. My shirt is thrown across the room and he kisses my shoulder, moving down to my collar bone and even further down as he kneels in front of me. My breath is shallow. He isn’t a boy who’s going to stumble through it, not wondering in the least if it’s for me. No, he’s a man who knows what he’s doing… Oh god. His lips tease my waist as he pulls my pants down, forcing me to step out of my boots, too. I stand there, in my underwear and bra, before him and he’s going to make sure it’s pleasurable for me.
I’ve heard horror stories from my girlfriends of boyfriends and husbands not being able to last or it being so bad they swore off sex all together, but Bowen looks like a man who knows his way around a woman. His kisses leave a trail of heat behind them as he makes his way across my skin.
When he stands back up, I reach for the hem of his shirt, and lift it over his head, revealing a well toned body. Fuck, I knew he was hot, but this Is something else! It’s like he was forged by the gods. Running my fingers back down his abdomen, over the valleys of muscles to his waistband, I feel my heart jumping in my chest. My fingers fumble as I work his belt and button, but when I look up at him through my lashes, he puts his hands over mine, guiding me carefully. Does he know I haven’t done this before?
My nerves are dancing all through me and I’m so fucking ecstatic, I feel like I’m being electrified. The pulsation of heat between us only intensifies as we push his pants down and he kicks out of them. I can’t help it. I look down, and holy mother of god. His dick is hard and sticking straight out. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, wanting him to taste me.
With his pants finally out of the way, he reaches behind me with one hand and flicks the snap of my bra, and slowly pulls it down off my shoulders. I’m almost naked, with a man. With this man. I swallow hard as his face moves towards my neck, oh wow, that feels so good. His lips spark a fever in me as he wraps his hands around me, pulling me against his body. His erection pokes into my belly before sliding up against me.
Then, he starts leaning me back, laying me out on the bed, nipping and sucking at my skin until he gets to my nipple. When he takes my nipple into his mouth I arch up towards him, feeling the fire building inside me. I don’t know what the others were talking about, this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Nothing could ever compare to this.
“Anyone ever tell you that you taste like cherries, Red?” Bo’s words are heavy as he breathes against my skin, sending a shiver through my body straight into my core. The ache between my legs is too much. How do people not live like this? Wrapped in each other’s embrace twenty four seven. I never want to feel anything beside the pure unadulterated bliss that is coursing through my body right now.
I don’t answer him as he continues down my body, I feel his fingers at my waist as he pulls my underwear down and I gasp at the sudden nakedness. I’m completely bare in front of him but I’m not given long to notice as Bo lifts my legs and moves his face between my legs. I suck in a deep breath when his tongue presses against my clit, sending sparks firing out throughout my entire body.
Each movement he makes causes my body to move towards him, craving more. Leaving me wanting, he pulls up and looks up at my body with a devilish smile. He places one hand on my stomach and then I watch his other hand disappear as I feel pressure at my entrance that fills me. “I want to watch you come undone.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I arch my back. He moves his fingers deeper inside me, it stings but in the most delicious way possible.
God, if this is what it feels like with his fingers, I can’t imagine what he’s going to feel like when he’s buried deep inside me. I hold on to the sheet, realizing that there’s no blanket. But, I could have sworn there was before.
My breath catches as he twists his fingers inside me, “Oh god.” I moan. Feeling every single movement. I close my eyes, unable to keep them open as my entire body clenches, like the muscles inside are trying to strangle his fingers, and he lets out a growl. Up until that moment I felt like I was climbing higher and higher in a roller coaster, his growl sends me over the edge into the strongest orgasm of my life.
I feel empty after he removes his fingers and I peel my eyes open just to watch him suck on them. Did he just clean me off his fingers with his mouth? Is that normal? Fuck, it’s hot whether its normal or not.
The bed shifts under his weight as he lifts and moves me to the middle of the bed. I can’t stop staring at him. There is fire in his eyes as he leans down, crashing his lips to mine. He forces my mouth open as he settles between my legs. I can taste myself on his lips and feel the urgency in the strokes of his tongue for me to open and allow him in, and I do. I open my legs and lips for him butwhen I feel the tip of him press against my opening, I freeze, just for a second. Before I can freak out, he’s moving inside me, sliding into me. Stretching and filling me, the pain as he pushes further in, it forces me to hiss and dig my nails into his biceps. Surely he can’t fit anymore in there!
Several deep breaths later, I’m looking back up at him feeling drunk on lust. My eyes feel heavy and my body is on fucking fire. “You should have said something, are you sure you want to do this?” He almost looks upset as he stops moving. “Your body wants to,” He kisses my collar bone, “but if you aren’t ready..” I grab his ass, pulling him deeper into me.
“I want to.” I hiss out as he hits me so deep I let out a gargled moan. Now that he’s in me, he pauses again. “Bowen Fox. If you don’t move those hips, then I’m leaving.” I lift my hips to his, giving them a slight rotation to tease him.
“Yes. ma’am.” He smiles at me, dipping his head down. We kiss harder and faster as he moves inside me. Giving me everything I could have ever wanted from this moment.
This is how it’s supposed to be, two people joining together. Feeling the heat and fire between them. Each thrust brings my body closer to another climax. One that I’m chasing through him, I claw and nip at his skin. Just when I think it can’t get anymore exciting, he lifts one of my legs, propping it in the crock of his elbow and thrusts into me. “Scream for me, Red.” This time, when he pushes into me, I do. His name leaves my lips, echoing through the room and I slip over the edge, grabbing the sheet as I feel him swelling inside me.
Several breaths leave my body after holding it for far too long as he collapses down next to me. “Food.” I say breathlessly.
He rolls over, propping himself up on one arm, letting his other reach over and turn me to face him completely. “You go, take a bath, and I’ll join you in a few.” I crease my eyebrows at him. “Trust me, you’re going to be sore, Red.” He nods to the far door and then places a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll order some food and clean this up, then meet you there.” I let out a sigh and push up off the bed, my entire body feeling both like jelly and like I just did nine million crunches and lunges. Oh, god. Don’t fall over. I steady myself and head towards the door he showed me to take a bath. When I open the door, I see a large claw footed bathtub and smile. His house has one of those updated classic looks. Like it’s been well taken care of or renovated to look like it used to. When I turn the water on and climb into the bath, I let out a sigh of relief and smile.
I just had sex, and it was amazing.
Chapter 7HarleyMy entire body freezes, his lips are on mine.What the fuck?As his hands tangle in my hair and around my waist, I give in and kiss him back. Is this what it feels like to have someone actually want you? The heat between us is too much. My body purrs at his touch, the way he presses his body to mine leaves me desperate for more.. Suddenly he breaks the kiss, takes my hand and drags me down the hall. I follow, trying to not trip in the process. Where are we going now? I’m hungry. “What about dinner?” I ask him as he opens a different door. I gasp, it’s his bedroom. Oh, my god. Is this about to happen? “I’ll order some food later.” he snarls, spinning me around to stand in front of him, face to face. My breath catches as he kisses me again, backing us up until my calves hit the bed. Before I know it, his fingers are pulling at my jacket and knocking it off my shoulders. Then he traces my sides, pulling my shirt up as he breaks the kiss. It’s happening, holy fuckity
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