He goes back to the couch and kicks off his pants and then rips his shirt over his head before lying down. "I think I want to use my mouth to do something else besides talking." He doesn’t need to ask me twice and in three seconds I’m naked in front of him. I walk over to the side of the couch and stand at his side. His hand rubs the back of my calf going up, and then he slips two fingers into me. "Sit on my face." He pulls me to him and I throw a leg over his head, putting my knee beside his head. He doesn’t wait for me to lower myself over his mouth; instead, he grabs my hips with his hands and lifts his head to lick my pussy. The second his tongue slips into me, all I can do is moan out before falling forward and swallowing his cock. I suck his cock with the same rhythm as he finger-fucks me. First, with one finger and then with another, my hips rotating every time he flicks my clit with his thumb. I let go of his cock when I’m on the edge of coming. "Right there." I don’t even have the words to say what to do, the only thing I can do is ride the wave. His fingers and tongue seem to be everywhere and then I start riding his face. "Travis!" I shout out and I can feel my pussy starting to clench when he stops licking me. "Travis," I moan out as my fingers slip inside myself to push me over the edge.
He reaches out and rips my hand away. Sitting down on the couch, he holds out his hand for me and pulls me toward him. "Ride me," he says and I straddle his hips, holding his cock with one of my hands as I position myself over him, sliding down. My hands go to his hips as I raise myself up, and he tilts his head back. I lean forward and kiss him, my tongue sliding into his mouth. His tongue wrestles mine as I move up and down, his hands coming up to cup my tits. He rolls my nipples between his fingers and all I can do is let go of his lips to moan out. His hands go to my hips as our lips hover over each other. "Harlow." My eyes look into his as I rise and fall on his cock. "I love you," he says the words I’ve longed to hear for I don’t know how long.
I put my hand on his face. "I love you, too." Leaning back down and kissing him, it doesn’t take me long before I’m coming all over him. His hands hold my hips as I stop riding him and he thrusts his hips upward. He sits up straight, wrapping a hand around my waist as he lifts both of us and turns me, placing my back on the couch. He puts my legs over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside me. He fucks me harder and harder with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. "Travis," I moan out each time he hits my G-spot. "I’m going to."
"I know, baby," he says. "I can feel it." He licks his thumb and pushes down on my clit as he rubs it from side to side. "Fuck, you are so tight," is the last thing he says before I come all over his cock again. He thrusts back into me twice more before he comes right after me.
My legs fall from his shoulders and I close my eyes to get my breathing underway. He falls on top of me and kisses my shoulder before he buries his face in my neck. "I," he pants. "I," he says again and I can’t help but laugh. "I have no words."
"One thing we do really well," I tease as I rub his back with one of my hands. "Is sex."
"Yes." He kisses my shoulder again before peeling himself off me. "Communication we can work on. Sex." He shakes his head and pulls himself out of me. "We got that down to perfection." He bends to kiss my stomach before getting up and walking to the bathroom. He comes out a second later. "Your bathroom is empty," he says, shocked. "There is like one roll of toilet paper."
"I don’t use that bathroom," I say, standing up. "So I packed it first."
I turn to walk to my bedroom and I can feel him following me and he stops in his tracks. "Holy shit, it’s empty."
I look around the room seeing ten boxes packed and labeled. The last week I’ve pretty much spent all my days in my house unless there was an emergency. "I’ve been trying to get it all done."
"You really were going to just up and leave and come to me," he says and I put my hands on my hips.
"Were you not doing the same?" I tilt my head to the side and he just puts his hands on his hips. "Exactly," I say. "Don’t you get all shy on me."
He laughs and comes to me, pushing me into the bathroom. "Time to take a shower."
I don’t even argue with him, and when I finally get out of the shower, the water is ice cold and my hands are pruned up. "I don’t have anything for dinner," I inform him, wrapping a towel around myself. He steps out of the shower after me, grabbing his own towel. "I’m sure I can whip something up." I grab a shirt and ignore the way he tries not to laugh. "I cooked last time and it was fine."