More Than Anything (Broken Pieces 1)

His breath caught when she slid her hand into the now-open fly of his pants and then released on a long, slow groan when she curled her fingers around the hardening column through the cotton fabric of his briefs. She loved the feel of him stiffening and growing in both length and girth beneath her grip. It was a wholly new experience for her, and she squeezed appreciatively, eliciting another involuntary groan from him.

She peeled his underwear back slowly, revealing—inch by impressive inch—his masculine beauty to her eager eyes. She tried to tug his trousers and briefs down but was frustrated when she could barely move the heavy denim fabric.

“A little help, please,” she said, deciding to enlist Harris’s aid, and he lifted his hips without protest, surging up between her thighs, the head of his penis coming within touching distance of her mound. She shimmied out of the way, not wanting that contact yet. She needed to maintain control of this encounter. She had a clear idea of how she wanted it to go; unsolicited touching and rubbing and suckling and grinding from Harris would mess up that plan.

She got up and dragged off his jeans, tugging them to his hips, and gazed at his nude male part in wonder and a fair amount of appreciation. It was throbbing, and the glans—so close to his belly button—was an angry red and shiny with moisture. The shaft itself was thick and lightly veined and nearly as long as her forearm.

She eagerly clambered back onto the bed and knelt next to him, her knees pushing against his waist. She slipped one hand under his shirt and rested it on his perfectly defined chest and placed the other on one of his hard thighs, inches away from his member.

“I like your penis,” she said conversationally, and he choked before covering his face with one of his large hands. Only his sexy mouth was visible, and that had a slight tilt at the corners. “Because of my lack of experience with them, I couldn’t figure out if yours was quite big or just really average.”

His lips thinned for a moment, and he spread his fingers to peer at her from between them.

“And? What did you decide?” he asked, his voice taking on that gravelly note that she only heard when he was sexually aroused.

“I think it’s perfect.”

His fingers closed again, and he gifted her with the smallest of smiles.

“I think you’re perfect.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” she said absentmindedly, taking hold of his shaft and measuring his girth between forefinger and thumb before closing her fist and pumping up and down his length. He bucked, startling her.

“You are perfect,” he maintained, his voice strained. “Perfect for me.”

“Stop saying silly things,” she criticized mildly, leaning over to drop a kiss on his lips. “And let me concentrate. I told you we don’t have much time. And I want to enjoy this.”

God, Harris fucking adored this woman. He didn’t know if this was a feeling that had been there all along, or if it had developed recently. All he knew was that it felt like it had always been a part of him. This naked adoration that vied for space with the joy and hope that had taken up residence in his expanding heart.

She kissed him again, her hand lazily stroking his aching cock, and he started to tell her that the condoms were in the bedside drawer when she lowered her head to his chest, trailing her lips over the T-shirt that had been shoved up to just below his pecs. She nibbled at his nipples through the thin cotton. When had his damned nipples become so sensitive, anyway? They felt like they had a direct line to his throbbing dick, and he was about to urge her to draw one into her mouth when she moved on. Leaving him frustrated and feeling like his skin was too tight for his body.

His hand dropped from his eyes, and he pushed himself to his elbows to watch her every move intently. Wanting to know what she was up to. Her lips trailed lightly and quickly over his torso, her loose hair blanketing his chest in the process. The sight of all that bright hair covering him was as huge a turn-on as the lips that were trailing down the center of his chest, all the way to his belly button. He was left wondering what her endgame was when her tongue came out and licked the trail from his belly button down toward his—

“Oh God! Tina . . . fuck!” His back bowed when her curious lips finally reached the head of his cock and delicately drew it into her mouth. The suction ended, and he nearly wept when she lifted her head and gave him a delightful smile of discovery.