“You have no idea how glad I am that you rescued me,” she says softly.
That makes two of us. I’m hoping I can rescue her a lot more too. I want to wake up with her in my arms on Christmas morning and start a whole new tradition of holiday unwrapping. I want to bring her to my parents’ house, introduce her to my annoying sister, and then ring in the New Year with a kiss at midnight.
Where the hell did this feeling come from? Jesus, I’m losing my damn mind.
I shift the conversation back to the sex. Sex is what she wants. Sex is what we both want. I don’t need to think beyond it. “Because you’re about to have some earth-shattering sex?”
“No, that’s just a bonus.”
“Condom?” I say, trying to keep myself distracted. Because I can’t possibly be falling for her. No, it’s the snow. The cold has somehow frozen my brain. That’s all.
She reaches over to the nightstand. “I’m really hoping Willow left some condoms.” Harlow digs around in the drawer and then screams with delight. “I found some! Oh, we have a whole strip.”
I take it from her hand, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on.
“Here, let me help,” she says as her hand slides down my dick, unrolling the condom as she goes.
Not wanting to wait another second, I take her wrists in my one hand and pin them over her head. Then I surge inside her with raw force.
“Oh! Oh God!” she moans and I give her a second to grow accustomed to my size.
After another second and feeling the way her pussy grips me, I start to move. I hold her down, thrusting inside her over and over. Her eyes close and she moans again. I move my free hand down between us and rub her clit.
I’m so fucking close.
I want her to come again, this time around my dick.
“Harlow,” I urge her. “Come, baby. Come again.”
Her eyes close and she takes her lower lip between her teeth. “I’m going to come,” she moans and I increase pressure on her clit.
I feel her tighten. “Yes, that’s it, Harlow, let go.”
And she does.
I thrust harder, chasing my own release, which comes in record time. The feel of her pussy milking me is too much. I surrender to it, taking the last moment of bliss, and work to catch my breath.
That was … whoa.
After a few seconds I lift my head to look at her. Her hair is spread out on her pillow, her lips are swollen, and a lazy smile plays on her face.
Her eyes open and she lets out a soft chuckle. “If that’s being on the naughty list, I’m never coming off.”
I laugh and rub my nose against hers. “Are you okay?”
“I’m glorious. I’m pretty sure I heard angels sing on that last one.”
“Me too.”
“Glory be to God and all that.”
“Pretty sure God wasn’t with us, but I’m open to you thinking I’m close to being one,” I tease.
“You earned it.”
I kiss her once and then reluctantly get off the bed. When I glance back at her, she’s now clutching a pillow and curling herself up. Her ex is a goddamn fool, and I’m very happy he is.
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