Giving women pleasure, making sure they were satisfied, had always been my main focus when it came to sex. But with Harmony, it wasn’t about giving pleasure. What she felt, I experienced, not in the same way, but I felt it. Her pleasure was my pleasure.
Just as her body began relaxing, I replaced my thumb with my mouth and circled it with my tongue, tracing her sensitive nub as I held my finger completely still inside of her. I took my time, gently licking everywhere but her clit. The first sign that her body was resurging with heat was when I heard her breaths start growing shallow. The next was her sex pulsing, squeezing my finger that was coated in her sweet release.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she whispered as her hips began rocking into my mouth and her body sucked my finger deeper inside.
I slipped another finger inside of her as I flattened my tongue and licked over the hood of her sex. Pushing in and out, I began stretching her walls with each stroke.
“Yes, just like that.” Her back arched off the bed as her hands gripped my head holding me in place. “Your fingers feel so good. Your tongue…oh…lick me just like that. Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
She continued repeating yes, peppered with colorful four letter, descriptive words. When her body started convulsing again, her hands fisted in my hair and the sting only intensified the experience. I opened my eyes in time to see the ecstasy playing on her face. She was so fucking beautiful. As I watched her come undone only one word came to mind, mine.
Chapter 19
Harmony
“Men are like barbed wire, they have their good points.”
~ Loretta Reed
As I floated back to reality from not one, but two of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life, I tried to summon my inner Faith Hill and just Breathe. Pushing oxygen into my lungs was a chore, since every ounce of energy had drained from my being. I felt like a limp ragdoll, like my bones were made of cotton.
No one had ever made me feel the things, taken me to the places that Hud just had. If my body was a piano, Hud was Mozart. His masterful technique had gotten me off faster than anyone, including myself, ever had. Not to mention the fact that I had never been a multiple-orgasm girl. In fact, I’d truly believed the entire thing was a myth perpetuated by romance novels and pornos.
I was wrong.
When I felt like I could, I tried to open my eyes. The first three attempts proved unsuccessful. Hud induced orgasms should come—pun intended!—with a warning label: May cause eyes to remain closed temporarily.
Thankfully just as the panic started to rise, and I was about to grab my phone and ask Siri if climax-induced paralysis was a medical condition, I was able to get one eye partially open. The other was following suit, but it was taking its sweet time about it.
Finally, I was able to get the sucker to open. Lying flat on my back, my entire body drained and sated, I stared up at my ceiling fan spinning. “That was so…just so…”
I searched for the word as I pushed up on my elbows, which took much more effort than I’d planned for. Apparently my muscles had decided to take a smoke break after they’d put in overtime during my multi-orgasm episode.
With great struggle, I was able to gain the strength and lift up, and I was rewarded for my effort. In a big way. Hud was standing at the edge of the bed. Naked. I’d had the privilege of getting an up close and personal view of his magnificent chest over the past few weeks so as note-worthy as it was, I skimmed right on past it down south to the big show. And I did mean big.
“Holy shit.” I could feel a flush rising on my cheeks as I stared. “Looks like Romeo’s not the only one getting an extra-large bone tonight.”
Hud let out a small puff of amused laughter, but I didn’t take my eyes off of his…his monstrous erection. It was standing tall and proud and it had to be clocking in at ten inches. It wasn’t a long and lean sucker either. Nope, it had some serious girth to it. I couldn’t stop staring. It was like I was looking at the Grand Canyon or the Eiffel Tower for the first time, if either of those things was a huge dick.
Then, in what had to defy the laws of gravity, it rose higher and swelled right before my very eyes.
“Have you ever considered being a body double for Dirk Diggler?” I teased. But, I was actually kind of serious. “Or Ron Jeremy?”
“Harmony.” My name came out as a warning in his deepest authoritative tone.