“Harrison,” she pants against the duvet, her hands fisting in the fabric.
She shifts to look over her shoulder, eyes full of hazy pleasure and accusation as I lick her off my fingers.
“How many more times can you come?”
Her sigh is tortured. “None.”
I press my lips to the base of her spine. “So much to learn.”
I rip the lingerie off her hips, ignoring her gasps as I plunge two fingers back inside her, adding a third when she’s rocking toward me even as her legs shake.
My mouth finishes her off, and she cries out against the sheets, her sounds muffled.
“Can’t hear you,” I rasp.
“Harrison.”
I shift her up the bed and onto her back, lifting her knees and instructing her to hold them there. “Again.”
The next time, her toes tighten around my neck as I suck on her, my hands squeezing her ass.
“Stop,” Rae pants, one hand fisted in my hair to hold me away as she scrambles back toward the headboard.
I firmly pry her fingers away, pinning them at her side.
“Why?” I ask.
“It hurts.”
“Physically or because you’re not used to someone putting you first?”
“Both.”
It’s devastating she’s never had anyone take care of her, even though the woman she’s become through that independence is admirable.
I want to be that man.
I bend down to press my lips to hers.
When I pull back, I reach for my trousers to grab a condom, but her cool touch on my arm stops me.
“We don’t have to.”
“You want to stop?”
Not being inside her after what we’ve done might kill me. My cock aches, leaking more every time she moans and writhes through a climax I dragged her to.
“No, I mean you don’t have to use protection. I’m on the pill. Have you…?”
I don’t answer because I’m stunned silent.
My muscles are tight, as if I’ve been worked over rather than her.
“Yes. I’ve been tested.”
Relief washes over her, and she moves first, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she tugs down my shorts.
I rise and kick them off before shifting back over her, leveraging myself over her body with my elbows. Lowering until we’re skin to skin, heat to heat.