“Yes,” I moaned again, so happy I wasn't saying no.
Rafael ran his tongue back and forth between my nipples while I pressed my pussy down on his hand. My hips slowed as he slid a finger inside me. By the second finger, I was ready to come. Rafael sucked hard at one of my nipples while tugging on the other. Rolling my hips faster, I ached for relief. I was so close, but couldn’t find my way to an orgasm.
Closing my eyes, I thought of Rafael’s thick cock thrust into me, making me forget all other men. I imagined his face when he came inside me.
I came hard, crying out frenzied babble. I might have even used all three of his names. I felt better than I had in my life and we were just getting started.
Chapter Forty ~ Saint
Harlow opened up for me like a woman with no past, fear, or damage. Resting on her back, she smiled and the warmth in her eyes strengthened my resolve. Harlow made me powerful and whole. I wasn’t the innocent young man destroyed by time in a Mexican prison. I wasn’t the angry man wanting to burn the world to keep it from burning him. I was someone new because Harlow trusted me.
Pressing the head of my cock against her pussy, I studied her face. Every inch opened her more, yet her eyes held their relaxed smile. Only when she couldn’t take more of me did she exhale and close her eyes in relief.
“You’re so wet,” I said and her eyes opened.
Tits lifting with quick excited breaths, she whispered, “I want you to fuck me. I want it so bad.”
Harlow ached to let go after so many years holding back. She wanted to feel without shame. I needed the same release.
Pulling back my hips, I watched my slick cock slide from her body. I thrust back inside, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. I studied Harlow’s expression as I moved faster and harder. She didn’t panic, instead smiling and biting her bottom lip.
“Fuck,” she murmured. “Don’t hold back.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, thrusting harder.
Groaning, Harlow nodded. “More. You’re hiding from me. Let go. I promise I’m ready.”
Propping myself over her, I bucked my hips faster. Harlow held onto my forearms and wrapped her legs around my hips. Seeing her smile, I let go. Fucking her hard and fast, I was close to finding release, but I didn't want to come. The pleasure was too intense and I never wanted to stop. My body refused to listen though.
Harlow caressed my face as I caught my breath. She looked at me fascinated and I wondered why.
“You are so young sometimes,” she said softly. “It makes me love you more.”
Without understanding what she meant, I only knew her words made me feel like a man rather than a killer. More human than monster.
With me still resting on top of her, Harlow wrapped me in her arms while her feet teased my ass.
“Tonight, we play until our bodies don’t work anymore,” she said, kissing my face, neck, and shoulders. “I’m fearless and I don’t want to stop.”
My cock twitched inside her, craving more pleasure. Harlow's pussy reacted by tightening around my cock, sucking at it until I was propped over her again.
"Yes," Harlow murmured.
Smiling, I thrust hard and deep. An hour or two passed where the only break was to change positions. Doggy-style was a particularly pleasurable adventure with Harlow crying out for more five seconds after she last came. I could only laugh and try to keep up.
Needing hydration, Harlow followed after me into the kitchen. Her expression was fucking priceless and not only because she was checking out my ass. Harlow was the picture of sex with her flushed cheeks and bouncing tits.
“Love that butt,” she giggled, pressing against me as I retrieved drinks from the fridge. “I love this too.”
I let out a low groan as she stroked my very pleased cock. “Drink up, so you won’t pass out on me.”
Harlow let go of my cock so she could take the Gatorade. Sitting on the couch, she grimaced slightly.
“Wore you out?”
“Staked your claim,” she said, smiling. “I can still feel you inside me.”
I sat on the couch next to her and muttered, “Shit. I'm not sure if I’ll be able to keep up with you.”
“Liar.”
I gave her a little grin. My cock betrayed me, revealing how ready I was for more. We drank less than half of the Gatorades before Harlow straddled me. My fingers found her wetter than I expected, yet she groaned painfully when lowering her pussy over my cock.
“I love you,” I whispered, brushing away the hair from her shoulders. “I need nothing more than for you to love me back.”
Her eyes tired, Harlow still smiled softly. “I feel the same way. I still want to fuck though. It makes me feel powerful and free. Well you make me feel that way, but you know.”