"Harlow." He hisses out my name when I graze the head of his cock with my teeth and lick down his shaft to his balls. I look up at him when I suck one into my mouth and then move over to the other one. "Fuck," he says. He closes his eyes and puts his head back when I take his cock in my mouth again. "I’m not going to last," he says between clenched teeth. "I’m going to come," he warns me.
"Come in my mouth," I urge, taking his cock back down my throat, and he does just that. I continue sucking him until the last drop, and only then do I let his cock leave my mouth.
"That was," he says, his chest rising and falling. He pulls me up to stand in front of him. "That was." He rubs his nose with mine, his lips kissing the corner of my mouth.
"Fun." I try not to laugh, but I fail miserably, and the both of us laugh. He pushes his pants down and steps out of them, leaving him naked in front of me. It’s been four years since I’ve seen him naked, and the memories don’t do him justice at all.
"I’m ready to have more fun." He wraps his arm around my stomach and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I’d love to have more fun," I say, expecting him to put me on the cover, but he starts walking inside.
"Are we not going to have fun on the balcony?" I ask him as he steps into the house.
"Fuck no." He shakes his head. "I’m not going to have fun with you on a wooden balcony."
I wrap my arms around his neck. "We had sex in the front seat of your car with the steering wheel pressed against my ass," I remind him. Sex with Travis was always, and I mean always, good. From the very first time until the last time. We would have sex often, sometimes three times a day.
"Well, I think I can do better than a steering wheel on your ass.” He chuckles. "And that was your fault. You literally climbed over the console."
"You spent fifteen minutes telling me how you were going to eat my pussy," I huff out, and then he throws me on the bed. I laugh, and my legs fall open.
"I’m about to do that right now," he says, crawling on the bed and burying his head between my legs.
"That’s good." My hips come up to ride his face. "But I think your cock in my pussy would be better."
He gets on his knees. "Is that so?"
I sit up and jerk his cock. "That is so," I confirm and turn my head to see the side table and a bowl full of condoms. "Whoever was responsible for this room needs a raise." I tear the corner of the condom open and crawl over to him, ready to put it on him.
"I’ll do that." He holds out his hand. "You get on your back, spread your legs, and get yourself ready for me." I gladly hand him the condom and fall back and spread my legs for him. I move my hand down to play with my clit as I watch him sheathe himself.
"I want it hard." I slip two fingers in me. "And fast."
"You." He crawls over to me, his cock ready for me. "Will take my cock." He slaps my clit with his cock, then rubs it up and down my slit. He slips the tip in. "How I give it to you," he says right before slamming into me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and he pulls out and slams back into me. I feel so full. "You can do it harder," I egg him on, knowing that he always gave it to me the way I wanted it. I tilt my hips back to get him even deeper, and his balls slap against my ass over and over again. He fucks me like he’s never fucked me before, every thrust is harder than the last one, and I love every second of it. My fingers strum my clit, and when I’m about to come, he can feel it because he pulls out of me completely and buries his face in my pussy, sliding his tongue in a couple of times before slamming his cock back in. "I need," I say, and the only sound in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together. His hips thrust in and out, and he bends to bite my nipple, and it’s the push I needed to go over the edge. "I’m coming." I try to close my legs to make him stay put, but he just keeps slamming into me over and over again. I think I’m at the end of it when he pulls out and turns me over to my stomach. He grabs me by the hips and slams into me, and I come again, and this time so does he. He roars out my name as he comes into the condom. He collapses on top of me, and my eyes close. "That," I say when I feel his head touch the pillow next to me. I turn my head to see him with his head turned and his eyes closed.
He opens them, and I have never seen his eyes so clear before. "That was out of this fucking world," he says, slipping out of me and going to his back. He closes his eyes and puts one hand on his chest.