“Wait,” he commands, sitting up when I’m just in my underwear. “Do it slowly, Grace. Fucking hell. I want to savor it.”
“Like this?” I tease, swaying my hips back and forth, every inch of me burning in the reflected desire of his gaze.
I peel off my bra and my underwear, and then dance forward, naked and somehow not embarrassed.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls.
He leaps up and grabs me by the hips, guiding me to the bed.
I let out a moan when he slides his hand up my thigh, slowly, and then brings his middle finger to my gushingly-wet entrance.
He slides in a few inches, exploring me, moving in weaving circles around my sweet spot as he pushes deeper, past the first knuckle, up to the second.
“Are you really going to make a girl be naked alone, playboy?” I moan, reaching down and grabbing his wrist, grinding myself against his fingers.
He laughs, smirking. “It’s sort of hard to get naked when you’ve got my hand, Grace.”
“Oh.” I giggle, reluctantly letting him go.
Then, feeling sassier and more confident than I have in years, I jump to my feet and grab his T-shirt.
He raises his hands and I pull it over his head, revealing his dripping-with-muscles body.
I place my hand against his chest, lightly dragging my fingernails down his skin, and then harder, watching as I leave red love-marks on his tanned flesh.
Then I go lower, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and yanking them down.
His manhood springs up, a massive weapon of flesh with pre-cum winking at me from the end. I stare down at his cock, the head bulging as though he can’t contain himself any longer.
“Fucking hell,” he growls when I stroke the pre-cum from the tip of him down to the base.
I smoosh myself right up against him, our naked bodies sharing an insane amount of heat.
“You’re so hard,” I whisper, squeezing him, feeling absolutely no give in the iron-solidness of him. “Jeez, Harry, you’resofricking hard.”
“It’s you,” he growls, staring down at my bare breasts. “Fucking hell. When you wank me off like that, they jiggle so damn alluringly. And just for me, Grace.”
“Just for you, baby,” I moan, stroking him faster.
His face twitches, features dancing with withheld pleasure.
“Wait there a sec,” I whisper, walking over to the desk and opening the drawer.
My nerve-endings are doing a crazy dance of lust, so sizzling every movement pricks my naked skin.
I open the drawer and reach to the back, where I stashed the condoms I bought a few days ago, after Harry and I had sex for the first time.
I turn back to find Harry stroking the juicy dollop of pre-cum up and down his astounding length.
I walk over to him on my tiptoes, knowing he loves when I move like this, his eyes tracking every single motion my body makes. I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth and then palm it, sliding it onto his bulging head and then down the sword-like length of him.
“Fucking hell,” he growls. “I can’t take this anymore.”
I laugh in delight when he grabs my shoulders and pushes me firmly onto the bed. I lie back and reach up for his face, gripping him like I’m drowning and he’s my raft.
Our lips fuse together, blistering and hot, as he reaches down and guides himself inside of me.
I arch my hips and sit down in the same instant that he drives up.
