First Comes Love - Ashlee Price Page 0,80
my palm into her chest firmly. “Whose pace are we going at?”
She exhales. “Yours. But Greyson, please…”
I undo my jeans and she grins, biting her lip. We move onto our sides and I take off my pants and briefs, my cock springing up eagerly.
“That what you want?” I ask lightly.
Seconds before her lips suction around my cock, she purrs, “Want isn’t the word.”
As her mouth glides all the way to the base of my dick, I understand: ‘need’ is.
Tongue and lips working in tandem, she sucks me like a pro. As my cock jams the back of her throat, it takes all I have not to come on the spot.
Jesus, she’s good. So hot. I love her so goddamn much.
Her hand pumps me further into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. She sucks extra hard on the head as she comes up for air.
“So,” she says, with an evil smile.
“So,” I say, breathing heavily.
“See ya,” she says, diving back for my dick.
Never have I cracked up during a blowjob, but then again, with Harley a lot of things are new. Like how right now I’m coming within minutes of her going down on me. Like how, in this most random of all times, I can really see myself spending the rest of my life with this girl.
Even as I come, she doesn’t let up one bit, so my climax is crazy-hot and intense.
Afterwards, we’re holding each other so tightly, it only occurs to me slowly: with her naked gorgeous body in my arms, I’m getting hard again, my cock instinctively edging for between her legs.
This time, we go slow. I explore her body with my fingertips, my lips, my tongue. I can’t believe how her soft her skin is, how good her curves feel. I could get off on massaging them alone. It’s like a meditation to me, hearing all her little groans and pleasured sounds.
“You’re hot as fuck, you know that?” I growl, as her lithe body clasps against mine.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, I slide my cock inside her. Just the tip, though. I want to savor every second.
Like her long-drawn out, “Ooooo”. How her body breaks into shaking.
I slip it in a bit more—her back hikes up, the groan moves down her throat.
I slip it in a bit more—her pussy clasps against my cock eagerly.
I slip it in all the way—pleasure spikes through me, and she comes, twisting on me.
“Oh Greyson,” she moans. “Yes.”
I slip it in and out a bit faster. “More?”
Her lips lunge for mine, peel away. “More.”
And I give it to her. In and out, painstakingly slowly. She comes so many times I lose track. It’s my most favorite sight in the world: my girl climaxing on my dick.
I draw it out, enjoy it. Until finally, I can’t take it anymore and my climax explodes out of me at the same time her latest and greatest does.
As we twist together, pleasure exploding back and forth, something bursts out of me: “I want you forever—my sweetie—my wife—my Harley.”
And then it throws us out and we collapse, utterly spent.
Although I can’t relax as much as I normally do. I want you forever—my sweetie—my wife—my Harley—what the actual fuck was that?
Do I actually want that, or was that the orgasm talking?
I peer down at Harley, in my arms. One look, and I know. It’s right. We are. She is.
We’ve been travelling for two months now, after I managed to snag that last-minute ticket, and never have I thought twice about it. I barely remember there’s a home.
“Greyson?” Harley says with a tentative smile.
“Yeah?”
“About what you said…”
“Forget it,” I say. “I mean, not for good. But for now.”
I have an idea. If I’m going to propose to her, it can’t be anything less than perfect. Not for my girl.
“Oh?” Eyes closed, I can hear the smile in her voice.
I kiss the top of her head. “Just… right now is perfect as it is. Isn’t it?”
“It is,” she agrees. “We are.”
Epilogue
Harley
One Year Later
“Who loves you?” I coo at the baby in my lap. “Mama loves you.”
The chubby little boy in the cow PJs (a joke gift from Hannah, of course) with Greyson’s dancing eyes and a curl of my wavy blond hair giggles, delighted.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask Greyson as I eye Janie critically. She has become a close friend recently and has always been amazing with little Dakota, but still. Every time I have to be away from my little boy, there’s a