Page 57 of Sheltered

Maybe I should have found a way to contain my desire to have more of her, but something unexplainable came over me. I couldn’t hold back and instantly flipped her onto her back, my body coming over hers. With our faces just inches apart, my voice was a deep rumble when I asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “If that changes, you can tell me. Okay?”

Her head moved up and down slowly. “I won’t change my mind.”

“Are you okay with me taking off your top?” I asked.

Heat hit her cheeks before she rasped, “Yeah.”

I lifted my torso, brought my hands to the hem of her shirt, and pushed it, painstakingly slowly, up and over her head. Harlow’s breasts were on the larger side, so with her being on her back and the cup of her bra being a lower cut, there was an ample amount of cleavage to appreciate.

My hands came to her shoulders, traced lightly over her collarbone on both sides, and ultimately dipped down toward her breasts.

“Breathe, baby,” I said softly, lifting my gaze to hers.

She started breathing, and my fingertips continued their journey. I made it to the fabric of her bra, brushed my thumbs back and forth over her nipples, and reveled in the sound that escaped from Harlow. How was it possible for that one little whimper to feel like such a victory?

I didn’t come up with any answers to that question, but it was that sound which propelled me forward. If one whimper could make me feel like that one did, I could imagine what it would do for me to watch this woman come apart, to know I was the first man to make that happen for her.

Pulling both cups down, I exposed Harlow’s breasts and reacted. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Before she had the chance to respond, I leaned forward and dropped my mouth to one side. With one hand holding each breast, I stroked my thumb over her nipple on one side while my tongue came out to flick over her nipple on the other side.

Harlow rewarded me with another sound, a whimper that turned to a moan once I sucked her breast into my mouth. At the same time, her hips jerked beneath me. I continued to play there for a bit, giving attention to both sides, before I lifted my head up to look at her.

There was nothing but heat and lust and desire written all over her expression. And her chest was heaving with her labored breaths. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t know I could feel this good,” she rasped.

“Harlow, baby, that’s nothing,” I explained as I moved my body to the side of hers.

I kissed her mouth as my hand began drifting down her body. When I made it to her jeans, I tore my mouth from hers and searched her face. Keeping my eyes on hers, my fingers unfastened the button and slid the zipper down. And the moment I pressed my palm flat to her lower abdomen, I watched Harlow take a deep swallow.

My hand crept down, the tips of my fingers reaching the top edge of her underwear. Once they crawled beneath the fabric, Harlow licked her lips.

The next thing I knew, I was cupping her between her legs. Her eyes darkened in a way I knew I’d never forget the look on her face for as long as I lived.

“Are you ready to feel good?”

“I already do,” she confessed, her voice hoarse.

My lips twitched. “Want to feel even better?”

She nodded.

With her permission and request for more, my fingers played between her legs. I moved them through the wetness and watched as her lips parted when I applied pressure to her clit.

I circled, pressed in, and listened to the moans and whimpers coming from Harlow. She was enjoying this, but I wasn’t sure if it was nearly as much as I was.

For a while, I continued to touch and tease her without penetrating, but I upped the pleasure for Harlow by using my mouth on her tit. Her hips jerked violently, another deep moan filling the air around us.

Eventually, I wanted to give her even more, so I freed her breast from my mouth and watched as I positioned my finger to enter her. Though I felt an overwhelming sense of urgency to bring her to the brink, I knew this wasn’t something I wanted to rush.

So, I didn’t.

Slowly, I pushed a single finger inside, and the nails on the hand Harlow had resting on my shoulder dug into my skin. Just as languidly, I pulled my finger out and pushed it back in.