Thoroughly Whipped

“Do I have rugby to thank for these?” I said.

“Among other things,” Harry replied, eyes flaring as I threw the jeans to the floor. I unclasped my bra and threw it down alongside it. “Christ, Faith,” Harry hissed, and I moved my hands to the waistband of his boxer briefs as his palms kneaded my breasts.

“Calvin’s,” I said and kissed the brand name. “I approve.” With Harry’s teeth clenched so tightly I thought his jaw might break, I pulled down his boxers, swallowing when his length slapped against his stomach.

“Harry,” I whispered and threw his boxers over my shoulder. “You’re fucking huge.” Harry lifted himself up, placed his hands on my face, and smashed his lips to mine.

“I need inside you,” he said, the authority in his voice making me squirm.

“Not before I taste you.” I pushed him back to the mattress. His back hit the bed, eyes narrowing.

“You’re going to pay for that, Miss Parisi,” Harry said. I ignored his heated warning and kissed along his stomach and his defined V. I licked at the mouth-watering muscle then moved along to his hardness. It twitched in anticipation as I grew closer, and I licked the vein that lay on the side. From root to tip, I caressed it with my mouth. Harry’s hands clenched at his sides until his fingers threaded through my hair, wrapping it around his hands. The touch felt familiar somehow.

“Faith,” he said like he was in pain. “Suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, loving watching his eyes bore into mine as I moved my lips over the tip and took him into my mouth. He was too big to take him all, so I moved my hand to the base of his dick and worked him there too. Harry lifted his hips, but like the gentleman he was, he held off from giving me too much. I lapped my tongue around his tip, taking him as deeply as I could, until Harry guided my face away. “Stop. I need to fuck you. I want to finally come inside you.”

“Harry,” I murmured and crawled over his ridiculously perfect body. “Keep speaking to me like that. I like this version of you.”

Harry grabbed hold of my arms and flipped me over. He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom. I watched, mesmerized, as he slipped it on and moved above me. “It’s you,” he said, in a moment of pure tenderness. “I’m only like this because of you.”

“Harry,” I whispered, my heart shattering into tiny particles and vanishing into the night.

Harry positioned himself at my entrance and, pressing his lips to mine, pushed inside. I moaned into his mouth; he groaned into mine. I wrapped my arms around his corded neck and my legs around his waist. I cried out when he filled me to the hilt.

“Mm,” I moaned when he started moving, hitting every perfect part inside me. My breasts pressed against his chest, creating friction as he rocked back and forth, and my body felt ablaze, lit up from the white-hot sensations coursing through me.

“Harry,” I moaned again as he tucked his head in the crook of my neck and increased his speed. He thrust and thrust until I was a body filled with nothing but pleasure. My eyes rolled closed as I held him tighter, starting to feel flickers of the deep orgasm that was building. “Harry,” I cried, biting into his shoulder as my legs began to tremble.

He growled at the bite then lifted his head, his eyes locking on mine. That was all it took for me to break apart, fireworks exploding around me. Harry repeatedly slammed into me until I was nothing but putty in his arms.

“Faith, fuck Faith…FUCK!” he shouted then closed his eyes, his teeth gritting together as he came. I stared at him as he orgasmed, sure I’d never seen anything more perfect in my life.

“Fuck!” he groaned again, his voice echoing in the room around us. His body boasted a sheen of sweat, and his dark waves were unkempt from my roaming hands pulling at the strands. His lips were swollen from kissing, and his cheeks were flushed from coming so hard. I moaned when he twitched inside me. I was exhausted yet still craving whatever else he wanted to give.

I fought for breath in the aftermath. Harry lay over me, his weight keeping me safe. Then he pressed his forehead to mine before pulling out of me and rolling to the side. He took me with him, his arm cradling me to him like he couldn’t stand to be apart even for a second. My stupid romantic heart liked that. It liked that too much.

I ran my hand up and down his flat stomach, his chest rising and falling, breathless. Lifting myself up on my elbow, I stared down at him. I smiled at him and, laughing, Harry smiled back. “It’s always the quiet ones,” I said and Harry rolled his eyes. I traced the pattern of the black hairs that dusted over his chest. I kissed along his pecs to the base of his throat. Harry tilted his head back, giving me more access, hissing when my tongue flicked out and tasted his salty skin.