Oh my.
Um.
Wow.
I throw my head back against the pillow as Neo’s tongue slides through my slit flicking across my clit.
Oh wow.
That feels amazing.
My body comes alive for him as he devours my essence with his mouth. I erupt crying out his name as he makes me come and yet, Neo doesn’t stop until he had taken in his fill.
Only then does he lift his head and crawl up over me.
“Fuckin’ love the sounds you make when you come, Angel Eyes,” he murmurs, eyes ablaze with lust as he slides his cock through my wetness. “You on birth control baby?” I shake my head in answer. I wasn’t because I didn’t see the need to be on something when I wasn’t even having sex.
“Need to get you on it,” he mutters, reaching out to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and withdrawing a condom. Bringing it to his mouth, he rips the foil open with his teeth and then slides the latex over his girth. My eyes follow his every movement.
As he guides himself into my pussy, I lift my gaze to meet his once again. With each inch he slides inside me, I feel it in my chest, this man isn’t fucking me. He’s taking his time, savoring the sensations as I am.
“So fuckin’ tight, Angel Eyes, you’re squeezing the hell out of my cock,” he groans as he fills me to the hilt.
Neo leans down bracing himself on his arms our breaths mingling as he takes his time, sweat beads my skin and a pressure I’ve never felt before builds within my body. “I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
“Come, Harley, I want you creaming my cock with your juices,” he growls.
All it takes is those few words to make it happen.
Neo groans as I come and through my orgasm, he picks up speed keeping me over the edge of the abyss while he finds his. Moments later, he joins me roaring my name.
Talk about giving sex a whole new meaning. I used to think of it as nothing but a means to take care of a basic need between two people. This . . . what Neo and I just shared, what we’re sharing now as we catch our breaths is intimate in a way I can only assume it should be between two people who are supposed to be together. It’s as if my soul just melded together with his in these very moments.
Chapter Thirteen
Neo
Having Harley in my arms after experiencing something so surreal as making love to her is mind blowing. I’ve never in my life taken a woman as slow as I did with her. I didn’t want it to end and now holding her in my arms the two of us simply staring at . . . fuck there isn’t a word to describe what I’m feeling. I hadn’t thought we’d be doing this, this morning but I’m not gonna complain. Waiting for her is well worth the wait.
Last night when I’d gone to get her from Venom’s room, my gut had been tight at how small she looked curled into herself. The whimpering sounds she made told me she was having a nightmare. I’d lifted her into my arms and not for the first time realized just how small she really was. I brought her into my room, laid her down, and went to take a shower. Slipping on a pair of boxers I’d crawled right into bed.
Now with our bodies tangled together my cock still deep inside her, I can’t get enough. I wish I’d been able to feel her but I didn’t want to take the chance of knocking her up. That’s something we have time for and I’m being greedy, I want as much time with her before we ever think about having kids.
Fuck, we only just started us. Well not really, not if you count all this time, from the time I first saw her to the day I carried her out of that basement to when I found her on the bathroom floor. I mean in all honesty we might have just started but it feels as if we’ve been together for years.
Confusing as it may sound. I’ll go with the live fast and ride hard idea in my head as I think about the warp speed, I’m guiding us into. She’s mine and I’m not backing down.
Sliding out of my woman’s tight pussy, I grin at the moan of protest that slips past her lips. “Be right back, Angel Eyes,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her kiss swollen lips and get out of the bed to toss the condom. Grabbing a washcloth from under the sink, where I keep the towels and shit, I get it nice and wet in order to take care of Harley.
I step out of the bathroom and my eyes immediately find hers. Our eyes stay glued on each other as I maneuver onto the bed and slowly spread her legs then proceed to clean her up. For the first time I finally notice the fine scars coating her inner thighs. I don’t want to upset her so I don’t give them a lot of attention but I do make a quick decision on something that might make her pissed at me later, but in the end, it’ll help her if she listens. Soon as I’m satisfied I’ve cleaned her up, I toss the cloth toward the laundry and stretch out next to her on the bed.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she murmurs quietly.
“Yeah, I did, Angel Eyes. It’s my job to take care of you,” I say as I lean in to press a lingering kiss to her lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing
