Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(80)
“Now,” she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her body squirms against mine as though she’s trying to climb me like a tree. “I need you now.”
Well, shit. She doesn’t need to tell me twice, and she sure as hell doesn’t need to beg. I pop the button on my jeans and yank the zipper down, pushing the faded material over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. Harley’s eyes roam my body and she licks her lips, gripping the hem of my shirt as she tugs it over her head.
Holy shit! This woman is a f*cking goddess.
Reaching behind her, I flick off the burner to the stove. The bacon can wait…right now the only thing making my mouth water is the thought of sinking deep into Harley’s tight *.
With one hand buried inside of Harley, I use my free hand to grip my aching cock. Her eyes widen with surprise and flick to mine before she looks back down, where she stops to watch as I stroke myself in a slow, fluid motion. Her eyes cloud over and she squeezes her thighs around my hand, trying to rub them together.
“Turn around.” Her mossy eyes snap to mine and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. She stands there for several seconds without making a move, just staring at me. “Harley, turn around,” I demand softly. This time she obeys and then leans forward, splaying her hands out on the counter. I walk up behind her, pressing my front against her back, and she inhales quickly, her body jerking as though I startled her. Something inside of me cracks.
“Are you okay?” I ask, needing to know that I didn’t frighten her. She looks at me over her shoulder and nods once, her eyes trailing hungrily down my body as if trying desperately to see what I’m doing behind her. “Good. If you want—”
“Tyson?” she interrupts, pushing her hips back against mine.
“Hmm?” I can’t talk. I can’t form one goddamn word when she grinds that creamy white ass against my pelvis.
“What I want,” she pauses, “is for you to put that,” she says, glancing down at my rigid cock, “in me.” Her words stun me into silence and I watch in awe as she wiggles her ass against my crotch. “Now would be good.”
I bring my hand down against her butt and she squeals at the quick slap. Her skin instantly flushes a deep red where my hand made contact and I rub it in slow, smooth circles. Leaning forward, my mouth grazes her ear. “You’re a demanding little thing today, aren’t you?” She shifts on her feet and drops her head when I suck her earlobe into my mouth and bite down.
If I had any sense about me—which I don’t, because every last drop of blood in my body is pooled between my thighs—I’d take a moment and appreciate Harley in all her naked glory. I mean, for Christ’s sake, the woman is f*cking delectable. She’s buck-ass naked in the middle of the day, propped against the counter, offering herself to me on a f*cking silver platter. My control snaps when I see her slide her hand down her stomach, stopping when she reaches her throbbing clit.
Lining myself up at her entrance, I thrust at the same time she slams her hips back, and I’m completely engulfed in her tight heat.
“Fuck,” I groan, at the same time she dislodges her hand from between her legs and slaps her palms against the counter. My hands keep her seated against me and I close my eyes, trying to calm my body. She’s got me wound so tightly that it’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep from blowing my load.
“Yes. Fuck. That’s good. Let’s go with that.” My hands are gripped tightly around her hips, and once again, the words coming out of her smart little mouth are my complete undoing. Suddenly, I can’t claim her fast enough.
I grip one of her thighs, lifting it to get a better angle as I start pounding against her. With each thrust, I burrow myself deeper and deeper, and her soft moans are doing nothing but fueling my fire.
Dropping her leg, I reach my hand around to rub her swollen clit. Her breath hitches as I stroke the tender bud, which continues to swell as my hips slam against hers. The loud slap of skin against skin fills the air, drowning out her hoarse pleas. Without dislodging our connection, she pushes upright, letting her arms fall behind her head until they drape around my neck.
Her porcelain skin is on display, and she hums low in her throat when I trail hot, wet kisses across her bare neck. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being wrapped up inside of you.” Her head drops back on my shoulder, her soft pants fanning the side of my face. Her body clenches, squeezing me tight, and I curse. “Does that turn you on?” I pause after thrusting hard. “Do you like it when I talk to you?”
She nods jerkily against my shoulder. I watch as her lips part and a crimson flush creeps up her heaving chest. “You’re an angel, Harley.” I feel a quiver start deep inside of her * and it triggers a deep ache in my spine. “Your body is heaven on earth. It’s a f*cking shrine, Harley, and I’m going to worship it every day for the rest of my life.”
“Please,” she groans, looking at me through lust-filled eyes. My mouth captures hers, drinking in every pant and cry as my hips flex, thrusting against hers several more times. I increase the pressure of my fingers against her clit and rub vigorously. I feel her body tense against mine, and when I slide my hand back to feel my cock sliding in and out of her *, she falls apart. Her body convulses, trembling against mine, and I thrust against her once more before groaning out my own release. Her body goes slack against mine and I wrap my arms around her, whispering sweet words into her neck in between kisses.