“Let me take care of you, Harley.” I dropped my hands to the button of her shorts. And she lifted herself off the counter enough to let me pull them down her legs. When she tried to untie the strings of her bikini, I covered her hands with mine, stopping her.
“Not yet.”
I picked her up off the island and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I just want you to feel me for a minute, Harley. Feel what you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”
Trapped between the island and my body, she had no choice but to feel the bulge of my erection pressing into her. My shorts weren’t that thick, and neither was her bikini.
It made the friction more stimulating. More intoxicating.
Harlow shivered when I nudged at her pussy, gently moving my hips back and forth so she would feel every inch.
“You’re teasing me,” she whimpered.
“No, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”
Kissing her nastily, I reached between us and shoved her bikini to the side, leaving her bare pussy rubbing against my shorts.
Her pretty little whimpers filled the kitchen.
“Oh my god.”
I captured her next cry and sucked her bottom lip until I was sure it’d be swollen, only stopping so I could pay attention to walking across the kitchen to the breakfast table.
I’d clean it later, but nothing was stopping me from finally having my baby.
Once I sat her down on the edge, she leaned back on the palms of her hands and watched me take my shorts off.
With no boxers in the way, my dick stood at attention, pointed in her direction like it knew exactly what we needed for relief.
But not yet.
Harlow’s mouth fell open and her hips moved in a lazy circle, pushing her sex toward me.
“Soul,” she whispered, awe and lust heavy on her tongue. My frenum piercing held her attention. “When did you get that?”
Biting her lip, she watched my dick instead of my eyes and I smirked.
“About a year ago.”
I ran my hand over the tip, hissing when the precum was smeared over my length.
“Your dick is so pretty,” Harlow said, still dazed and grinding against the table. “I want to taste you.”
Shit. I wanted her to taste me too.
Her mouth was so perfect.
“Soon, baby.”
I pulled her hips forward until she was hanging off the edge of the table.
Conscious of the way her breath hitched and her nails indented my forearms, I grabbed my dick and pushed it through her folds, dragging my piercing over her clit with deliberate strokes.
Her hips were working again, this time harder while she fought to keep her balance and grind into me at the same time.
“Does it hurt when you have sex?” she asked thickly, her eyes rolling back when I rubbed the underside of my dick over her swollen clit.
“No, but it’ll make you feel good.”
