Page 28 of Right Side of Paradise

Finally Yours

I couldn’t keep my mouth off Harlow. I was still kissing around her neck and jaw when she let out a moan that sent my kisses from teasing to demanding and desperate.

Her hands closed around the back of my head, holding me in place against the swell of her cleavage.

The bikini top she had on barely contained her full tits and the barbell prints visible around her peaked nipples held my attention.

I couldn’t wait to be inside of her and watch them bounce every time I pumped into her.

My dick jumped at the thought, and I raised my head to join our mouths.

Kissing Harlow was like coming home. It was easy and natural and it didn’t matter how much time had passed. We fell back into the rhythm of our tongues dancing with ease. Moaning and tugging at each other’s lips.

“Soul, please don’t kiss me like this if you aren’t going to fuck me.

” Harlow’s voice was hoarse with desire and devotion.

She held my face between her small hands, eyes trained on me.

I could read her craving so clearly because I was familiar with the signs in myself.

The erratic beating of her heart and the shallow breaths she barely allowed herself to take.

Because she wanted to be kissing me, touching me.

It was addictive.

I should know.

I’d waited years for this.

“Let me take care of you, Harley.” I dropped my hands to the button of her shorts. And she lifted herself off the counter enough to let me pull them down her legs. When she tried to untie the strings of her bikini, I covered her hands with mine, stopping her.

“Not yet.”

I picked her up off the island and wrapped her legs around my waist. “I just want you to feel me for a minute, Harley. Feel what you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”

Trapped between the island and my body, she had no choice but to feel the bulge of my erection pressing into her. My shorts weren’t that thick, and neither was her bikini.

It made the friction more stimulating. More intoxicating.

Harlow shivered when I nudged at her pussy, gently moving my hips back and forth so she would feel every inch.

“You’re teasing me,” she whimpered.

“No, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”

Kissing her nastily, I reached between us and shoved her bikini to the side, leaving her bare pussy rubbing against my shorts.

Her pretty little whimpers filled the kitchen.

“Oh my god.”

I captured her next cry and sucked her bottom lip until I was sure it’d be swollen, only stopping so I could pay attention to walking across the kitchen to the breakfast table.

I’d clean it later, but nothing was stopping me from finally having my baby.

Once I sat her down on the edge, she leaned back on the palms of her hands and watched me take my shorts off.

With no boxers in the way, my dick stood at attention, pointed in her direction like it knew exactly what we needed for relief.

But not yet.

Harlow’s mouth fell open and her hips moved in a lazy circle, pushing her sex toward me.

“Soul,” she whispered, awe and lust heavy on her tongue. My frenum piercing held her attention. “When did you get that?”

Biting her lip, she watched my dick instead of my eyes and I smirked.

“About a year ago.”

I ran my hand over the tip, hissing when the precum was smeared over my length.

“Your dick is so pretty,” Harlow said, still dazed and grinding against the table. “I want to taste you.”

Shit. I wanted her to taste me too.

Her mouth was so perfect.

“Soon, baby.”

I pulled her hips forward until she was hanging off the edge of the table.

Conscious of the way her breath hitched and her nails indented my forearms, I grabbed my dick and pushed it through her folds, dragging my piercing over her clit with deliberate strokes.

Her hips were working again, this time harder while she fought to keep her balance and grind into me at the same time.

“Does it hurt when you have sex?” she asked thickly, her eyes rolling back when I rubbed the underside of my dick over her swollen clit.

“No, but it’ll make you feel good.”

All she did was moan. It was all she could do.

She wasn’t even trying to keep her neck straight anymore. Her head lolled back and more cries left those pretty lips.

“Soul, I don’t think I’m going to last.”

I kissed away her doubt and plunged two fingers inside of her. She was already so wet, I met no resistance. She arched into me, demanding more.

My thumb rubbed her clit while I kissed her.

I loved the way she trapped my bottom lip and used her teeth to tell me she needed more of me.

I loved the way she pulled her bikini top down and guided my hand to cover her nipples.

And I really loved the way her hips hadn’t stopped rocking since I put her on this table. Not even once.

Patience.

I was trying to summon more of it, but I wanted to be inside of her so bad.

Her budded nipples were begging for my tongue. And I sucked them greedily. I felt her pussy grip my fingers tighter. And tighter.

She was coming with my fingers inside of her and my mouth on her nipple.

Her moans sounded like bliss and the hiss that left her lips made my dick ache.

I pulled my fingers free and rubbed my dick along her wetness again, knowing I would come if I kept this up, but not caring because at least she would get what she wanted: me.

Somehow, I kept my hand steady enough to rub the curved barbell over her clit, teasing her until she tried to close her legs, holding me in place.

Then I pushed inside of her and felt her come on my dick in the next second.

Every pulse.

Every breath.

Every quiver.

It all happened with her wrapped around my dick and her face hiding in my chest.

“Soul, please, please, please. ”

I didn’t know what she was begging for, just knew I would give it to her.

I pulled back to look at her before dipping my head to cover her right nipple with my mouth while my hand wrapped around the left. With one thing in mind, I tugged at her piercing until she hissed in pain. Then did it all over again.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Soul.” She pushed my head harder against her chest. “Don’t ever fucking stop. I need you.”

Licking.

Sucking.

Kissing.

Promising.

My mouth was busy with giving her what she wanted. And it still didn’t feel like enough.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I tugged at her piercing again, watching the pain play over her face before my dick chased it away. “I won’t make you wait this long again.”

When I started moving inside of her, there was no rhythm, just feelings.

I barely pulled out of her, grinding against her until our pelvises touched and she was coming again.

I had her left leg up and hanging over my shoulder, the other one spread out so I could fuck her as deep as possible with every thrust.

“I can be whatever you want me to be, Harley baby. As long as I get to be yours.” She looked at me with the sexiest pout while I pounded her on this kitchen table.

“You can fuck me.” In . “I’ll help you pick out the strap. I don’t care. Use me.” Out . “I want forever with us. I can earn it, baby.” In . My skin slapped against hers. “I promise I can.”

Harlow had me in a vise and I was slipping.

She was worried about not lasting but I was gonna come. Not even five minutes after entering her for the first time.

I’d make it up to her. The silent promise barely had time to form before my hips stilled and my dick shot off my release.

I dropped her leg and bear hugged her, holding her tight until the shaking stopped and I could say something other than fuck . With ragged breaths, I pulled out of her and dropped my head to her shoulder.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Harley baby. I couldn’t last for you.”

Harley backed away from our embrace, face dewy and eyes twinkling. She held the side of my face and raised a brow. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I came so fast.” Even through my disappointment, I couldn’t stop kissing her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and relaxed when she kissed me back.

“Soul, I’m not mad at that. I like knowing you can’t control it when you’re inside of me.” She reached between us and ran her hand over my softening dick.

“You do?” I asked, trying not to twitch under her touch.

“Yeah.” She licked my neck and let her hands wander to my hips. “I really do.”

“Good.” My smile returned.

“Wait.” Harlow sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”

“The cookies,” I noted without inflection. I couldn’t feel defeated when I’d just gotten everything I wanted.

“Fuck. I forgot to set the timer,” Harlow groaned. “We burned the damn cookies.”

Then we both burst out laughing.