Page 58 of Sheltered

“Oh, wow,” Harlow rasped, the sound of wonder mixed with delight present in her tone.

“Good?” I asked, half of my mouth quirking in a smile.

“Unbelievable,” she panted as I picked up the pace.

“Want more?” I questioned her.

Her eyes had been focused on the ceiling, but at that moment, she turned her attention to me and countered, “Is that possible?”

Instead of giving her the words, I brought my ring finger to meet the middle one and slowly pushed them both inside. Harlow’s eyes widened at the fullness she clearly felt, and her lips parted again when I pressed my thumb to her clit again.

I alternated the pace of my fingers several times, occasionally sucking on and teasing her breast closest to me. Through it all, Harlow did not disappoint. She let me know just how much she liked what she was getting by not only moaning desperately, but also moving her hips hungrily.

When her breaths became short and shallow, I brought all of my focus to her face. If there was one thing I refused to miss, it was the way she looked when her orgasm tore through her.

Harlow had been looking at me, but the second it hit, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. I didn’t care at all, because I was thoroughly enjoying the view. Everything from the way her jaw fell open as her eyes squeezed shut to the way the heat crept across her skin and her moans of pleasure sounded around me.

I knew she liked what was happening to her body, but I truly believed I got far more out of it than she did.

Then again, I realized how important this was, how big of a step it was not just in our relationship but in Harlow’s life. Being able to watch her experience this for the first time, knowing I was the one who had given it to her, felt like the greatest gift.

After seeing her through, I pulled my fingers from her body, but kept my hand between her legs. And as she started to come down, her eyes fluttered open and found mine.

“You were right,” she breathed.

“About what?”

“Simply having your mouth on me was nothing compared to what you just gave me,” she explained. “I don’t even know what to say. I just… Wow, that was incredible.”

I smiled at her again. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“What about you?”

“What?”

“You need to enjoy yourself, too.”

God, I wanted nothing more. But for some strange reason, I thought delayed gratification would be a wise move. “I did enjoy myself. You have no idea how much fun that was for me to see you like that. This was about you, baby.”

“Are you… I feel bad. Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

She accepted my response, let out a breath, and smiled. “This was my favorite day ever, which is really saying something, because I loved our drive-in movie theater night a whole lot.”

I burst out laughing as I pulled my hand from her pants. Wrapping my arms around her, I buried my face in her neck and rolled to my back, taking her with me. And only after I’d gotten my laughter under control did I pull my face back so I could kiss her.

It was never a dull moment with Harlow, and I wondered how I ever managed to live without her.

SEVENTEEN

Harlow

The knock came at my door earlier than I had anticipated.

It was late Monday afternoon, and it was my day off. I’d spent the better part of the day getting all my housework and errands done, because I was expecting this knock to come.

And even though it was happening earlier than I’d expected, I didn’t mind. While my chores I needed to get accomplished today had kept my body busy and moving, it was safe to say my mind hadn’t gotten much of a break.