His other hand tunneled beneath her cotton pajama top until it found skin, and they both shuddered at the contact. His hand stroked up her front until it reached one of her breasts. He groaned when he cupped her. She was bigger than he was used to, and he loved the weight and feel of her in his palm. Her nipple was burning into the flesh of his palm, hard and hot. His thumb found the coal-hot nub and strummed it expertly. She arched into his touch, and he bit back a groan at her ardent response. God, he loved this . . . she was so responsive.
He shoved the top up, wanting to see and then taste her for himself. He reluctantly lifted his lips from hers and gently moved her until she was flat on her back and he was kneeling between her soft, pale thighs. That was when he made the welcome discovery that she wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms, just a pair of skimpy cotton bikini panties.
He said a reverent little prayer at the sight of her near nudity.
“Oh my God, you’re so beautiful.”
Their new position allowed him better access to her chest, and once they were both comfortable, he tasted and explored her beautiful breasts at his leisure. Licking, suckling, plucking, stroking, he fucking loved it.
Tina was making gorgeous little mewling sounds, and it made him harder than steel to hear her soft gasps and squeals. She was so sexy it was killing him. He wasn’t wearing much, just his boxer briefs, and he could feel the scalding heat of her through the thin fabric of his briefs and her skimpy cotton panties. He needed more intimate contact and lowered his hips until his straining hardness was grinding up against her damp furrow. She was incredibly wet, and soon her slickness, combined with his own, soaked through the flimsy material of their underwear.
But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, she needed more, and they pushed and ground against each other, a disturbing—almost violent—urgency in their movements.
He had unbuttoned her top and was feasting on her full, soft breasts while pushing against her core. She had her hands buried in his hair, pulling almost painfully as she urged him to do more, to suck and bite and grind.
He reached down between their bodies, his aching cock feeling constricted within the confines of his briefs. He was too hard and too swollen, and he needed release in more than one way. He shoved his underwear down past his hips, all the way down, until he had kicked them off. He heaved a shuddering sigh of relief after he had freed himself and got straight back to business.
His hand burrowed down the front of her panties and found the straining nerve-filled button demanding his attention, and she tensed at his touch, her breath catching as one tentative stroke sent her tumbling into an orgasm.
A little stunned by her responsiveness, Harris kept stroking until the tension left her body completely, on a soft sigh. For someone who made so many raunchy little sounds when she was turned on, she was surprisingly quiet when she came. Just that one long, contented release of breath.
His fingers dipped farther down, finding her tight, slick channel and plunging inside. She immediately tensed again, and he watched her face closely. Her eyes were glassy, unseeing, her beautiful, soft mouth open as she strained against him. Her full breasts shook with each shuddering breath she took, the high, tight raspberry tips looking painfully distended. She was a sight to behold, and it made him want to immediately replace fingers with cock and make long, hard, satisfying love with her.
He dragged her panties off, meaning to do just that. He fisted himself and was poised to shove into her welcoming warmth when he swore viciously.
Tina, still coming down after her amazing orgasm, didn’t immediately register Harris’s abrupt shift in mood. When he swore again, she blinked and focused on his strained face hovering above hers. His eyes looked fierce, lips swollen and face flushed.
“What?” she asked, her voice sounding thick and sluggish even to her own ears.
“I don’t have a condom.” He groaned, and she shut her eyes for a brief moment, reality starting to creep into their surreal little bubble. “Are you on the pill?”
The question felt like a bucket of ice-cold water being tossed over her fevered body, and she went still.
Déjà vu all over again.
Chapter Six
“No.” This time her voice was like ice, and she shoved both hands against his hard, sweat-slick chest. “Get off me. Please.”
“I can get one from next door, just give me a second to—”
“No,” she interrupted sharply. “This was a mistake, Harris.”
He swore, his body quivering and tense above her as he fought for control.
“Right,” he said, his voice low and terse. “Right.”