“There are two reasons you bake red velvet – either you’ve had a good day or I’ve done something to make you happy. Seems as though I’ve done nothing, I’m guessing you’ve had a good day, and that makes me fuckin’ happy because, like I said, it’s been too long since you’ve baked red velvet cake.”
She placed one of her hands on my chest. “You make me happier than you realise, Scott. I’m sorry I don’t show you that enough.”
I curled my hand around her neck and pulled her face close to mine. “You don’t ever apologise for something you had no control over in the first place. I see you working like fuck to get yourself through this and that’s enough for me.” Sliding my free hand over her naked ass, I pulled her body tight against mine, and dropped my lips to hers to claim the kiss I’d been aching for all day. When I was done with her lips, I angled my face away from hers enough so I could appreciate her curves again. “Fuck, Harlow, I wanna hear about your day, but I can’t wait another minute to get inside you.”
She gave me one of her sexy-as-fuck smiles and moved her hands to undo my jeans. “I can’t wait, either.”
Those four words were all it took for me to finally lose the last shreds of self-control I’d been holding onto. While she removed my jeans and boxers, I pulled my cut and t-shirt off. When we were both naked, I lifted her by the ass and sat her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I sucked in a breath at how damn good that felt.
“You ready to fly?” I asked as I ran my hands over her skin.
“I’m always ready to fly with you.” Her voice had turned all husky and sexy, and fuck if the words she spoke didn’t continue to turn me on. Something had definitely changed in her today and after I made her come, I would be getting to the bottom of what it was. I needed to make sure it stayed that way; seeing her happy was my number one priority. And hell, my dick needed to make sure it stayed that way, too.
Taking hold of her, I ran my dick through her wetness, and growled, “I need hard today. You good with that?”
Her lips smashed down onto mine and she surprised the hell out of me with a demanding kiss that drowned out every last thought in my mind; the kind of kiss that sent a man over the edge as he chased the pleasure he knew only one woman could give him.
She consumed me.
Body and fucking soul.
Like no one ever had before.
Her legs tightened around me; her fingers dug into my skin; her mouth claimed me, and I would have given her anything she asked for in that moment. Hell, who was I kidding? I’d give her anything she ever asked for.
As our lips and tongues worked each other into a frenzy, I thrust inside her, and groaned at how fucking good she felt.
I wanted to live there forever.
I never wanted to let her go again.
Fuck.
I pulled out and thrust in again.
I repeated this over and over, and she took everything I had to give, and gave it all back to me. Our pace intensified and we fucked like we hadn’t for months.
Skin on skin.
Lips on lips.
Arms, legs, fingers, clinging, clawing, demanding…
“Fuck!” I tore my mouth from hers. “I can’t hold it much longer…you almost there?”
She gripped me harder. “Yes…” Her voice was barely a pant as she kept moving with me, desperately chasing her release. And then – “Oh, God, Scott…ohhh…I’m gonna come…”
As the words fell from her lips, her pussy squeezed around my dick, and her eyes fluttered shut, and I watched as she lost herself to her orgasm.
So fucking beautiful.
I thrust twice more and then I let myself go. The intense pleasure surged through me and I was lost to the world in those moments.
Like a fucking drug straight to my veins.
I’m addicted to her.
When I finally gained control, I found her watching me through glazed eyes. I bent my face to hers and kissed her almost as hard as I’d fucked her. “You got any idea what you do to me?” I demanded as I let her lips go. My body buzzed with need and love for this woman. I’d never experienced any of this with any other woman in my life, and there’d never be another like Harlow.
Her lips spread out in a slow smile but she didn’t say anything.
She knew; she had to fucking know, because for the last year, I’d laid my heart and soul down for her in ways I’d never laid it down for anyone.
My arm tightened around her and I pulled her harder against me. “You’re mine, Harlow. Your heart, your body, you …all mine. And that drives me crazy some days.”
Her smile shifted into a frown. “Why does that drive you crazy?”
My heart beat faster as I contemplated that question; as I exposed another piece of my heart to her. “You’re like a drug, baby. The highs are fuckin’ spectacular and I’d go through any low to have those highs. And I’d do anything to make sure I always had you, even if it meant selling my fuckin’ soul.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head and pressed another kiss to my lips; less demanding this time, more gentle. “I’d take all the lows, too, if it meant I got just one of the highs with you. I love you, Scott.”
Fuck, I might have thought she was mine, but I was far more hers than she was mine; she fucking owned me.
I pulled out of her and took a step back so she could move off the counter. When she stood in front of me, I yanked her closer. “Now I want you in the shower. It’s time for me to show you what I like to do with dirty mouths.” I jerked my chin towards the bathroom. “Go. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”