She met him with a thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs around him and raking her nails down his arms.
“That’s it, Barrett,” she said, rising to meet his movements. “Make me come like that again.”
He reached under her to grab her butt and tilt her pelvis up so he could drive deeper into her. Touching her and having his fingers inside her only made him more eager to feel her pussy surrounding him, tightening around him as he powered into her, each time needing to be deeper, harder, until his balls filled with come and he couldn’t hold back.
But he did, because he wanted her to come again.
He ground against her, giving her friction against her clit. In return, she gave him a low moan.
“I like that,” she said. “Give me more.”
He kept up the movement, and when her eyes widened and she tightened around his cock, he knew he had her.
“Oh. I’m coming, Barrett. Fuck me hard, I’m coming.”
He was already spurting as he powered into her—her hot, dirty words the catalyst that sent him reeling. He groaned against her neck as he gathered her close and emptied into her, his body shaking with his release.
Spent, he rolled off to the side, got up to dispose of the condom, then went into the other room to grab drinks for them from the mini fridge. Harmony was propped up on the bed, looking like a dark angel, her black hair spread against the white pillows.
“You are a damn sexy naked woman, Harmony,” he said, as he handed her the bottle of sparkling water.
She took a sip, then set it down on the coaster on the table next to the bed and cuddled up next to him. “I think you bring out the wild thing in me.”
He put his water on the table as well, then pulled her on top of him, smoothing his hands over her naked backside. “No. The wild thing in you already existed.”
She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Then let’s get wild.”
There was something about her that made him want to be inside of her, to drive deep and hard until the need in him was satisfied. He shifted, sliding off the mattress, pulling Harmony to the edge of the bed.
“Roll over onto your belly.”
With a wickedly sexy smile, she flipped over, grabbing a pillow to shove under her stomach. It lifted her ass in the air, and God, he loved her ass. He could stand here and stare at her smooth, sweet butt for hours, run his hands over her ample curves, maybe smack it a little.
He gave her a light tap. She wriggled and moaned, but not in complaint.
“Make you wet?” he asked.
“Put your cock inside of me and find out.”
He slid on a condom, parted her legs and eased inside of her, grabbing her hips to hold on as he began to pump, giving it to her gently at first. He reached around in front of her to give her clit some action.
“Barrett. Yes. Touch me there.”
She was wet, her body hot as he drove into her and rubbed her clit with slow, precise movements.
She moaned, thrusting her pussy against his hand. “Faster. Faster, so I come.”
He parted the hair at the back of her neck and kissed her there. “You keep talking to me like that you’re gonna make me come.”
“That’s what I want. I want you fucking me hard and making me come, then I want you to come inside me.”
He shuddered, giving her neck a light bite.
“Oh, God,” she said, shuddering as her pussy tightened around his cock. “I’m coming, Barrett.”
She sure as hell was. He pulled back and powered into her, driving as hard as he could. He couldn’t hold back his own orgasm, and lifted up, gripping her hips and thrusting, then burying himself deep as he climaxed.
He swept his hands over her ass as he came down from that incredible high. Harmony turned her head to smile at him. He gave her a playful slap on the butt, then disengaged, disposed of the condom, and grabbed his bottle of water from the nightstand before climbing into bed next to her.
Harmony slid her toes up and down along his lower leg. “I was thinking for round three we might want to try out that oh-so-comfortable sofa in the living room.”
He took a couple of long swallows of water, then turned to face her. “No, what you’re trying out is my stamina.”
“Oh, please. You can handle four quarters of football. I’m five foot four, Barrett. I think you can handle me.”
He put the cap on the bottled water, scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the bed. “I’ll handle you all right, woman. I’ll make you come until you pass out.”
She laughed all the way into the living room.
Twenty-Five
If there was one thing Barrett knew how to do, it was win. Though he wasn’t sure who actually won last night, since he and Harmony had both come over and over again.
So maybe it was a win for both of them.
Right now, Harmony was facedown on the bed sound asleep, her mouth slightly open, her hair spread all over her pillow. She looked like she’d been well and thoroughly fucked.
Hell, just looking at her like that made his dick hard again.
But he intended to let her sleep. They’d been up until almost one a.m. last night and it was barely past six a.m. He figured he’d have plenty of time to get a gym workout in with Flynn and still get back before Harmony woke up.
He dressed in his workout clothes and put on his tennis shoes. He had downed a full bottle of water to hydrate, but what he really needed was caffeine.
He headed over to the main house.
He knew Flynn would be up, and he was, drinking a cup of coffee.