My erection, which was already standing at attention, grew even larger at the thought of watching this back. But that thought disappeared from my mind when Harmony joined me on the bed, settling between my legs.
Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, framing her face like a work of art. The crisp white lace was striking against her olive skin. My hands itched to touch her full breasts, barely visible beneath the see-through material. I needed to touch her.
“You are so beautiful.” When I started to move she shook her head back and forth.
“Hands behind your head.”
“Harmony.” I wanted to give her what she wanted, what she needed, it was just—I didn’t know if I could be totally passive.
“Hands. Behind. Your. Head.”
I still didn’t move. But she did.
“Here, I’ll help you.” She adjusted a pillow so that it was under my head and pulled one of my arms up and then the other. Unable to resist her direction, I threaded my fingers together and rested my head on them.
With a satisfied smile, she reclined back on her heels and wrapped both of her hands around my shaft and squeezed. It swelled beneath her touch and she licked her lips.
I watched, mesmerized, as she slowly, methodically ran her hands along my length. She stroked me, causing my heart to beat erratically and a carnal ache to throb low in my groin. A drop of pre-come appeared on the head of my shaft and she leaned forward, licking it dry with her velvet tongue. I moaned at the erotic sight and the dizzying sensation.
When she heard my reaction, she lifted her eyes to mine as she closed her lips around me and pulled me into her hot, wet mouth. The suctioning swirl of her tongue had my knees locking as I tried to hold my release at bay. The muscles in my thighs twitched as she sucked me deeper and deeper and her fingers slid up and down. She let out soft sighs and moans of pleasure as she worked me over with her hands and mouth.
I hadn’t had a ton of blowjobs in my life, mainly because girls were usually intimidated by my size. The ones I’d had were forgettable. But this wasn’t like anything that I’d ever felt before, and it wasn’t because my hands were behind my head. It was because Harmony was making love to me, not trying to get me off, and that made it so much hotter.
“Harmony. I need to touch you.” I could hear the desperation in my words.
Lifting her head, she smiled as she caught her breath. “Not yet.”
I growled in frustration.
“I want to do this first.”
Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and let it fall from her arms. Then she sat up on her knees and pulled her panties down and shimmied out of them. Her body was a masterpiece. The swell of her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the flair of her hips were all seductively sweet curves that ignited a raging inferno of desire in me.
My throat went dry as she lifted one leg and then the other, straddling me. Her hands rested on my chest and I could feel the wet heat of her sex rubbing against my steel hard length. I sucked in a sharp intake of breath as she began rolling her hips, sliding her core, coated with arousal, along my erection. Her breathing grew shallow as her hips moved faster. I was already on the edge and her slick folds running up and down my shaft as she pleasured herself was about to put me right over it.
“This feels so good.” Her nails dug into my chest and the sting shot straight to my dick, shooting my arousal close to the point of no return.
It took all my strength not to grab her hips and help her to completion.
Just when I thought I would snap, she reached one hand over my head and gripped her headboard. In her new position, her breast was hovering right above my mouth.
“Don’t move,” she instructed as she leaned down further and her nipple grazed my mouth.
Yeah, she was trying to kill me.
Hot lust whipped through me as she traced my lips with her hardened nub while still grinding against my straining flesh. Pleasure and need built unbearably. I felt like a volcano about to burst.
A feverish rush flooded me as she panted, “Touch me.”
That was what I’d been waiting for. My hands flew to her hips and my mouth covered her nipple, sucking it hard as I lifted my hips and pressed against her.
Her fingers dug painfully into my chest as she began shaking in convulsive release. I held on as wave after wave hit her, using the friction of our bodies to prolong her pleasure. Finally she collapsed on my chest and I held her close to me, ignoring the massive boner that was throbbing with pain. I just wanted to hold her, to keep her as close to me as I could.
If that wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was.
Chapter 27
Harmony
“If you’re not proving someone right, you’re proving someone wrong.”
~ Loretta Reed