“Change of plans,” I say, voice low and rough. “Faceup on the bed. I’ll flip you over and redden that ass when I’m done showing your breasts how much I fucking love them.”
“Love is a serious word,” she says, her voice breathy as I spin her in a half circle and guide her back onto the bed.
“I know. I don’t use it lightly.” I kiss her shoulder as I brush my thumb across her nipple, the way she moans and arches into my touch making my cock throb. “But with these two, it was love at first sight.” I replace my fingers with my mouth, flicking my tongue across her tight tip before swirling it in more insistent circles.
“Holy shitballs.” She squirms under me, her fingers threading into my hair and fisting tight. “Who knew that could feel that good? Your tongue is magic, Satan. Crazy magic.”
I swat the side of her ass. She flinches before letting out a laugh that becomes another husky moan as I trap her other nipple between my teeth. “Oh yes,” she sighs. “I think I’m going to like that. I think I’m going to like it a lot.”
“I know you will, baby,” I murmur against her nipple as I pop the button at the top of her jeans. “And if you don’t, I’ll stop. Same goes for everything else. Just keep talking to me and telling me what feels good. Because pleasure is the only thing on the menu tonight.”
“Wow,” she says, her breath coming faster as I drag her zipper down. “You even make communication and putting me at ease sound sexy. I’m sensing this isn’t your first time at the virgin rodeo, Olsen.”
I flick my tongue across her breast one last time before lifting my head, locking my eyes with hers. “It is, actually. I’ve never been someone’s first. Like I said, we’re both in unfamiliar territory, Hepburn.”
“Oh, well…” She sucks in a breath as I slip my hand down the front of her jeans and into her panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”
“I appreciate that,” I murmur as I skim over her neatly trimmed thatch of curls to the slick softness between her legs. My jaw clenches as I glide one finger into her molten heat. “And that? Damn, woman. That is the sexiest thing I’ve felt in longer than I can remember.”
“How wet I am for you?” Her lips part on a moan as I bury my finger inside her and bring the heel of my hand to press against her clit.
“You’re fucking drenched for me. Slick and hot and shameless,” I say, rocking my hand against her sweet spot as I add a second digit and push back inside her, anxiety rising again as I feel how damned tight she is.
Even two fingers are a snug fit. I’m going to have to go slow and make sure she comes at least once before we try anything more than fingers.
Or my tongue…
The thought is enough to make my balls drag between my legs and my cock threaten mutiny if he’s not allowed out of his denim prison soon.
But first, I need to show Harlow just how much I adore this part of her, every slick little fold and sweet drop of desire. “Hips up,” I order. “I need to take a meeting with your pussy. A long, involved, very intimate meeting.”
“Oh no,” she says, her eyes glittering as she arches her back and watches me drag her panties and jeans down her legs. “Is she in trouble? Is this about how many batteries she went through last month? She couldn’t help it. Every time she went to bed, she’d start thinking about that kiss in September and we’d have to get out my vibrator and fantasize about you fucking us against the wall.”
I curse as I toss the last of her clothing to the floor. “Have you been practicing that? The dirty talk?”
She shakes her head, her breasts rising and falling faster as I hook my hands behind her knees, drawing her legs slowly apart and settling between them. “No. Am I good at it?”
“You’re a fucking natural.” A shudder works through me as I glance down, soaking in the sight of her. “Fuck, that may be the hungriest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“It is. I’m going to write a book about it,” she says. “Like the Very Hungry Caterpillar but X-rated. It will be called The Hungry Little Poose and chronicle all the cock she devours in her journeys around the world.”
I scowl, and she laughs.
“Fine,” I say as I strip off my sweater and the t-shirt underneath, knowing I have no right to feel territorial about her body when I’m only in her bed on a probationary basis. “But no talk about other cocks tonight. Tonight, my cock is the only cock in the world.”