We stood still for awhile; holding onto each other. I was turned on and couldn’t wait to get inside her, but I was also feeling something else. My heart felt full; happiness snaked through me. This was a new sensation for me and I wasn’t sure what the fuck it meant but it felt so damn good. It was the kind of sensation that made you want to never break away from whatever was causing it. I gripped Harlow harder; in this moment, I never wanted to let her go.
She moved and I loosened my hold on her. Her eyes found mine and she smiled. “A man who knows what he’s doing; I like that about you.”
I grinned. “I always aim to please.”
“Well, I’ll keep you around for awhile longer then.” Those eyes were dancing and teasing me with their wickedness.
“You fuckin’ better,” I growled, and brushed my lips against hers. “Babe, my dick needs to feel your pussy.”
She kissed me hard and reached down to stroke my dick. My eyes squeezed shut for a moment; her touch felt so fucking good. Breaking the kiss, she moaned, “Now baby. I’m ready.”
In one swift movement, I put my arms around her ass and lifted her so that she was sitting on the table. I kissed her and then said, “Just getting a condom.”
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and searched in my wallet for it before coming back to her. She watched me intently as I undid the wrapper and slid the condom on. “Lay back, baby,” I said, moving right up close to the table, “and rest your legs on my shoulders.”
Her eyes widened before a look of excitement took over, and she did what I said. I ran my hands over her legs while I enjoyed the view of her laid out on the table. “Time to fly, sweetheart,” I said, gruffly, before lifting her ass off the table and gripping her waist as I lined her pussy up with my cock. Holding her waist, I pulled her towards me and thrust in.
“Fuck! Scott... feels so good, don’t stop,” she screamed and started panting as I kept thrusting in and out slowly. Her arms flung out so that she could grip the sides of the table while I fucked her.
I continued my slow thrusting and felt my orgasm build. This position was one of my favourites but with Harlow it was out of this fucking world. Watching her pant, and watching her tits move as I moved her body in time with mine was an amazing fucking sight. My orgasm was so close but I was holding off for her. “You close?” I grunted.
Unable to speak, she nodded. I needed to hurry this up or else I was going to blow my load without getting her off first. “Touch yourself, babe.”
Surprise flickered on her face and she was hesitant. Fuck me, I fucking loved that about her. Touching herself in front of a man must be something she hadn’t done much, and I was more than fucking happy to change that. “Baby, touch your pussy. It’ll get you off faster. I’m ready to come but I want you to go first.”
She didn’t hesitate this time. My eyes greedily tracked her hand down to her pussy and my dick almost exploded with pleasure when she started rubbing her clit. It was obviously good for her too because her hips began to jerk and I watched as her eyes fluttered shut. Her pussy clenched and that was fucking it for me. I came and a moment later she screamed out as she orgasmed too.
After a moment in which I still held her ass up off the table and let us finish, she opened her eyes and shot me the sexiest look she’d ever given me. “You weren’t joking when you said it was time to fly, were you?”
I chuckled and lowered her to the table before pulling out. “No babe, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
She sighed; completely sated. “Good, because I’ve been looking for a man who makes good on his promises.”
My heart constricted. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be a man who made promises to a woman.
Chapter 25
Harlow
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself before wrapping the towel around me. Scott was leaning against the doorframe watching me closely. For once, his eyes weren’t on my body but rather they stayed focused on my face. I smiled at him but he was in a serious mood and didn’t smile back. Sometimes his intensity freaked me a little; now was one of those moments. We’d just had the best sex of my life and I had felt so close to him; I wondered what was running through his mind after that.
“I want to know more about you than I’ve ever wanted to know about anyone,” he said. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected him to say.
“What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Everything,” he said, forcefully.
Butterflies whooshed through my stomach. Every woman dreamed of finding a man who wanted to take the time to get to know them. I’d dated a lot of men but never found one who’d ever said anything like that to me. His request was so genuine and straight from the heart. Standing in this bathroom with Scott’s full attention on me, I felt like the Queen of the world; he made me feel like that. Scott might be a biker who said and did things that most people wouldn’t ever dream of doing, but he was the first man who gave me the confidence to be completely me. He was unapologetic about the way he lived his life and he gave me the same freedom; the freedom to be whoever I was and to live my life on my terms.