Page 80 of Sheltered

It was warm and wet.

And Harlow was giving it everything she had.

At the same time, she was moaning constantly and started rocking herself back onto my fingers.

I pressed my thumb to her clit and began circling. That forced her to free me from the confines of her mouth again. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Blaze.”

“I want you to come for me, Harlow,” I told her.

She looked back at me, the heat and desire swirling in her gorgeous, whiskey-colored eyes. I could have stared at that beautiful face for the rest of my life, but Harlow only gave it to me for a few seconds before she returned her attention to my cock.

I was back in her mouth, and she was effortlessly building me up. She’d taken the advice I’d given her to heart and executed it all perfectly, adding in a few unexpected surprises along the way.

It built and built, and I wanted nothing more than for it to continue.

But I was too turned on, and I could tell Harlow was reaching that point of no return right along with me.

Continuing to plunge my fingers inside her, I gave her a warning. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, baby, now’s the time to just use your hand.”

I was momentarily disappointed when Harlow’s mouth released me, and her body stilled. “You didn’t stop when I came in your mouth. I’m not stopping, either.”

My thumb applied more pressure to her clit, and a wave of appreciation washed over me. I was back in Harlow’s mouth, and if it was possible, she’d started working me even harder.

I matched that energy with my fingers, driving them in and hooking them slightly as I drew them back.

Her moans met my groans as our breathing grew shallow. “Fuck, Harlow,” I growled.

In the next instant, my orgasm was tearing through me as Harlow experienced the same, her pussy spasming around my fingers. She continued to suck, perhaps with even more suction than she’d had throughout the entire build up.

It was so intense, one wave after another crashing into me, I wasn’t sure it was ever going to end.

But it eventually did, and the moment Harlow looked back at me and swallowed, something else took over.

I did an ab curl, got out of the bed, and lifted her out of it. Then I carried her to the bathroom, where I turned on the shower and got in with her. For several long seconds, we simply stared at one another, the water beating down on us as we breathed heavily.

Then I curled my hand around the side of her throat, stroked my thumb on the underside of her jaw, and said, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Harlow.”

Something sparked in her eyes. “So, is it safe to say I did a good job?”

I let out a laugh. “Best of my whole life. Bar none.”

Surprise washed over her. “Really?”

Whether it was Harlow’s skill, enthusiasm, willingness to please, the fact that I was hopelessly in love with her, or a combination of it all, I didn’t know. But what I knew was that nobody else would ever compare to what she meant to me and how good it felt to be with her.

“Yes, baby. Without a doubt. Fuck, I love you so much.”

She grinned at me, lifted onto her toes, and kissed me.

Then we took a shower together—another first for her—before heading downstairs for breakfast to eat and plan the rest of our day with one another.

As long as I was with her, I didn’t care what we did.

TWENTY-TWO

Harlow

Life could change in the blink of an eye.