Harden My Hart (The Notorious Harts 3)

I feel a burst of something like amusement because her directness is somehow surprising, and yet it’s not. Maybe that’s what I like about her? In our first conversation together she showed she wasn’t intimidated by me, nor was she particularly impressed by me.

‘Really? I came in here to talk about global warming.’ I curve my hands into the elastic of the thong.

She pushes at my shirt now, her own curiosity overtaking her, or perhaps she wants to speed this along, with no idea she’s fighting a losing battle there because I don’t want to be rushed. Cora is an experience best served long and slow.

‘I’m going to fuck you,’ I promise as she strips my shirt then turns her attention to my jeans. ‘I’m going to fuck you so slowly you can’t bear it. I’m going to let my cock ride you bit by bit until you’re begging me for more and I’ll give it to you, but only when I’m good and ready. I’m going to make you whimper for the release I can give you, baby.’

I feel her shiver against me and grin and as she pushes at my jeans, freeing them from my body, I let my hands push aside the fabric of her underwear, my palm pushing over her sex, just like I did before. ‘You’re so wet.’ I run a finger over her seam, her heat pulling a drop of cum from my tip, so when her hands find my boxers and push them down she must feel it.

‘I’m not the only one.’

‘Damn straight.’ And I step forward, tumbling her onto the bed, but I don’t follow with her. I stand above her, looking down, my eyes devouring the feast that is Cora Andersson naked. Her body is creamy pale with the exception of her rosebud nipples and the ash hair at the apex of her thighs, her skin soft like a rose petal. Her breasts, when she’s lying down, are soft—definitely real. Her hair, dark like the night, contrasts with her skin and the sheets and all I can think is that I have a real life X-rated Snow White in my bed.

The plane bumps a little, but I barely feel it. Finally I get rid of her underpants, then grip her thighs, pulling on them just hard enough to draw her to the edge of the bed. I kneel between her legs, my intention clear. She makes a little sound of surprise but I don’t let go. I haven’t shaved in days, not by choice so much as I’ve been pretty much drunk since Wednesday of last week.

I run my stubbled face over her inner thigh but when she jerks her legs in response I hold her completely still, her beautiful pussy in front of my face, and I stare at her perfection because I’m a connoisseur and she is something else, but a second later her hands are in my hair, pulling me towards her clit so I grin, and even though I’m desperate to taste her, to make her come with just my mouth, I still want to tease her, to make her pay for making me wait, so I resist her guidance and turn my face, nuzzling her thigh some more, holding her legs wide for me even as her ticklish response has her jerking her legs away. I position my face between her legs and expel a long, slow breath so she stills, waiting for me to give her more of that. I do, another breath, but no touching.

‘You are so beautiful.’ I grin, kissing the soft flesh of her inner thigh, letting my tongue trace circles there. She’s not pulling away from me now. Her breathing is so loud I can hear it over the jet engines.

‘Put your money where your mouth is.’ There’s a hint of complaint in the words.

‘My mouth is here.’ I bite her inner thigh, just lightly, but she squawks. ‘And here.’ I transfer to the other thigh. She moans this time, arching her back. She’s desperate for me, her sex so pink, gleaming, begging for my touch. But tormenting her is way too fucking fun.

‘Do you want me to touch you?’ I ask, my hands on her thighs moving in circles, my fingers massaging her flesh so she mumbles something incoherently.

‘Do you want me to taste you?’

‘God, yes, please!’

The desperation in her voice almost breaks me.

‘Tell me what you like,’ I suggest almost casually, like I’m not desperate to get my mouth on her.

‘I like—I like—’

‘Mmm?’ I lick the fold of skin at the very top of her thigh, so close to her vagina that she twists, trying to push herself into my mouth.

‘Do you want me to lick you? Suck you?’

‘I don’t... I don’t know.’

I move to the other leg, tracing the fold of flesh there, letting my tongue drift low, towards the curve of her buttock, and her hands push over my scalp, her nails scratching my shoulders, her desperation so fucking hot.

‘I don’t know,’ she says

again, shaking her head, trying to move thighs I have resolutely clamped in place. ‘I don’t remember the last time a guy was down there.’

That pulls me out of what we’re doing. I lift my head so I can meet her eyes, but she’s staring up at the ceiling. ‘Why not?’

No answer. I flick my gaze back to her pussy, my cock jerking painfully. This is a vagina that deserves to be worshipped.

‘Just...because.’

‘You don’t like it?’

‘I think I will,’ she groans then pushes up on her elbows and fixes me with a stare that I barely notice because I’m so busy with the flush of her cheeks and the fullness of her lower lip, like she’s been tormenting it with her teeth. ‘Show me what you’re made of and I’ll let you know.’

‘So I’ve got the pressure of all mankind on me now?’