I gazed up into her eyes, and the pain there was my undoing. How was I supposed to tell her no? She needed me. Wasn’t that why I came? To be there for her however she needed me? Even if my brain was screaming that this was a terrible idea, I reached up and cupped her face, brushing my thumbs across her still tear-stained face. She was special. “I’ll do whatever you need me to,” I told her before pressing my mouth to hers.
I tasted her sweetness and wished I could take away all her sadness. Pressing a kiss to each corner of her mouth, I trailed my tongue along her bottom lip and shivered as she sighed. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and she got her own taste.
I could do this for hours. Once, this was all we had done and I had loved every minute of it. Holding her close and being this connected was more powerful than anything I had experienced. Until I’d been inside her.
She rocked her hips in my lap and I moved my hand down to slip it between her legs. The wetness that met my touch surprised me. I had worried she was forcing this as a way to forget the pain. But she was ready, and the pleased hum that vibrated against my mouth told me she wanted more.
“Yes, that’s good. I need more,” she said as she started riding my hand. Holy f**k, where had this come from? I was gonna come in my damn jeans at this rate.
I slipped my hand out of her and she groaned in protest until she saw me quickly unbuttoning my jeans and jerking them down until I was free.
“Oh,” she said in excitement and grabbed on to me with both hands, then brushed the tip of my swollen head with her thumb. I reached down and stilled her hands.
“Baby, you’re naked and begging for me to touch you. I’m about to explode. You can’t touch me. As good as that feels, I’m too damn close.”
Her small frown turned into understanding as she took in my words, and her eyes got big in surprise. “You mean you’re about to come?”
Fuck. Did she have to say that word? Her mouth saying words like that was gonna kill me. “Yeah. Real close.”
“I wanna see it,” she replied.
“Harlow, sweet girl, that’s messy and we’re in a car. I swear to you, I’ll let you see it up close and personal if that’s what you want, but not in the car where I can’t clean up.”
She glanced over at her purse. “I have tissues in my purse.”
Was she serious? Or had I just died and gone to heaven where sweet, dirty-talking angels asked to see your come?
“Please, Grant. Let me play with it until it comes. I’ll clean it all up,” she said.
I gritted my teeth as my c**k jumped in her hands. He liked that idea a lot. Too much. She wasn’t gonna have to play long.
“But I thought you wanted me to f**k you,” I managed to say.
“I do. We can after I see it. We can get it hard again, can’t we?”
I glanced down at her bare pu**y and decided, yeah, we could get it hard again real easy. “Yeah, I’m sure you can. I’m f**king positive you can.”
She beamed at me and reached for her purse, leaving her round, bare ass stuck up in my face. I reached over and squeezed it and she squealed before sitting back up with an entire pack of tissues in her hand. “See,” she said, smiling. Then she dropped them in the cup holder and reached for my erection again. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. If I watched her do this I was going to embarrass myself and shoot off too damn quick. And my girl wanted to play.
“It’s so soft. I thought it would feel rough or something, but the skin on it is soft, even though it’s hard and looks swollen. Does it hurt?”
She was not asking me this. Motherfucker. “It hurts a little but it’s a good hurt, and you’re making it feel real damn good. So f**king good.”
“Really?” she asked innocently, and I opened my eyes to look at her.
She was staring down at my dick and gently toying with it. I would lose my mind like this. I reached down and took her hand and wrapped it around me. “Squeeze it,” I instructed her.
She did, but not hard enough.
“Harder, baby,” I told her.
She did. Yeah, that was it. “Okay, now move it up and down like this.” I held her hand and kept it squeezing me tightly and moving up and down. “You do that and you’ll see some come real damn fast.”
Harlow bit her bottom lip and focused on doing exactly what I told her. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so sexy. I reached over and touched the wetness between her legs, causing her to stop a moment and moan in pleasure.
“If you get to play, so do I,” I told her.
“Okay,” she said, breathing out and pulling harder on me as I ran my finger around her clit, feeling it swell under my touch.