She moaned in response, so he gave her more, this time with his mouth, circling one bud with his lips, flicking his tongue over it before covering it with his mouth and sucking.
“Barrett,” Harmony said.
He liked hearing her say his name, especially when he had his mouth around one of her nipples. Her voice had lowered to almost a whisper, and she arched against his mouth, feeding him more of her soft flesh. He was more than happy to make her moan out his name. He intended to hear it more than once tonight.
So while he sucked back and forth on both her nipples, he slid his hand inside her panties and cupped her sex.
She whimpered when he slid his fingers inside of her, using the heel of his hand to rock against her clit. Her * tightened around his fingers, gripping him as he stroked her in soft, rhythmic movements.
“Yes. Oh, yes just like that. Make me come, Barrett. Make me come hard.”
He lifted his mouth from her breasts, needing to see her face when she let go. “Tell me how it feels, Harmony. Tell me what you need.”
She reached down to grip his wrist. “I need your fingers fucking me, in and out. Faster now, and rub my clit harder.”
He loved a woman who could give direction, who knew exactly where and how she wanted it. He was happy to give it to her. It made his dick throb to watch the way she licked her lips, the way she was in tune to her own body’s needs and went after it.
“That’s it, babe,” he said, feeling the way her body responded with moisture, the way she shook all over as she fought for her orgasm. “You gonna come on my hand?”
“Yes, yes. All over it.”
He gave her everything she asked for, soaking in every whimper, every moan, and when she came, she tilted her head back and cried out, thrusting her * against his hand and taking his mouth in a fierce kiss that made him desperate to fuck her and fuck her hard. Her * gripped his fingers in an undulating vise of quivering waves until she finally settled.
But he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet. He pushed her down onto the mattress, removed her panties, and grabbed a condom. He put it on and spread her legs, then drove inside of her while she was still quaking from her orgasm.
She met him with a thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs around him and raking her nails down his arms.
“That’s it, Barrett,” she said, rising to meet his movements. “Make me come like that again.”
He reached under her to grab her butt and tilt her pelvis up so he could drive deeper into her. Touching her and having his fingers inside her only made him more eager to feel her * surrounding him, tightening around him as he powered into her, each time needing to be deeper, harder, until his balls filled with come and he couldn’t hold back.
But he did, because he wanted her to come again.
He ground against her, giving her friction against her clit. In return, she gave him a low moan.
“I like that,” she said. “Give me more.”
He kept up the movement, and when her eyes widened and she tightened around his cock, he knew he had her.
“Oh. I’m coming, Barrett. Fuck me hard, I’m coming.”
He was already spurting as he powered into her—her hot, dirty words the catalyst that sent him reeling. He groaned against her neck as he gathered her close and emptied into her, his body shaking with his release.
Spent, he rolled off to the side, got up to dispose of the condom, then went into the other room to grab drinks for them from the mini fridge. Harmony was propped up on the bed, looking like a dark angel, her black hair spread against the white pillows.
“You are a damn sexy naked woman, Harmony,” he said, as he handed her the bottle of sparkling water.
She took a sip, then set it down on the coaster on the table next to the bed and cuddled up next to him. “I think you bring out the wild thing in me.”
He put his water on the table as well, then pulled her on top of him, smoothing his hands over her naked backside. “No. The wild thing in you already existed.”
She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Then let’s get wild.”
There was something about her that made him want to be inside of her, to drive deep and hard until the need in him was satisfied. He shifted, sliding off the mattress, pulling Harmony to the edge of the bed.
“Roll over onto your belly.”
With a wickedly sexy smile, she flipped over, grabbing a pillow to shove under her stomach. It lifted her ass in the air, and God, he loved her ass. He could stand here and stare at her smooth, sweet butt for hours, run his hands over her ample curves, maybe smack it a little.
He gave her a light tap. She wriggled and moaned, but not in complaint.
“Make you wet?” he asked.
“Put your cock inside of me and find out.”
He slid on a condom, parted her legs and eased inside of her, grabbing her hips to hold on as he began to pump, giving it to her gently at first. He reached around in front of her to give her clit some action.
“Barrett. Yes. Touch me there.”
She was wet, her body hot as he drove into her and rubbed her clit with slow, precise movements.