Whitney
It’s late when Harlow and I get home from the wedding. We climb our apartment stairs, both tired, but there’s something I want to tell him.
We’ve been living together for over a month now. I know it’s fast, but that’s how Harlow and I do things. It’s nice to spend all this time together before he leaves for his deployment.
As soon as we’re upstairs, I start taking my clothes off.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I say, as I throw my fancy dress on my vanity.
“It’s that you can’t wait to fuck me,” he says, taking a cue from me and undressing himself. “I don’t even have to take your clothes off. You’re doing that yourself because you want me so badly.”
“Exactly,” I tell him, letting my styled hair down so that it hangs loose over my back. “I have some exciting news for you.”
“And what is that?” he asks, stepping close to me and taking my hands in his.
“I got into medical school!” I tell him, jumping up and down.
He gets distracted for a minute, watching my boobs bounce along with me, but then he finally pulls himself together and joins me in the jumping.
“Yes!” he says. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.”
He pulls me up in his arms and swirls me around.
“My fake fiancée is going to be a real doctor,” he says, with a wide grin spreading across his face. “This is amazing.”
He kisses me, long and hard.
And then he sets me down on the bed and reaches for something in the drawer of our bedside table.
I assume that it’s a condom, but inside, I see a tiny little blue box.
“Whitney Reid,” he says, getting down on one knee and holding open the box, which shows a very shiny diamond. “Will you marry me? For real this time?”
“Yes!” I say, falling into his arms while he hugs me and twirls me around again. “I’m so glad you’re finally asking me for real.”
“Are you kidding?” he says. “Who wouldn’t want to marry a doctor? And this SEAL wants his real fiancée flashing a shiny real diamond while he’s deployed, so everyone knows exactly who she belongs to.”
I hold it up, and it glistens in the near darkness.
“It’s gorgeous,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss him. “It really is. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he says, holding me tight.
“And now,” I tell him, “there’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”
“What’s that?” he asks, perplexed. “Something more than getting real engaged?”
“Yep,” I say. “Now lay down.”
He lays down and I smear cocoa butter all over his abs. I look at his amazing tattoos and run my hands all over him as I lather him up.
Then I climb on the bed next to him.
“Okay, I tell him. I’m going to use you, if you don’t mind.”
He laughs, and says, “Go right ahead. Use me however you need.”
“Good,” I tell him, “I’m going to use you as my slip and slide SEAL?”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, his interest piqued.
“Oh yeah.”
I turn around and squat over him with my ass facing him and I lower myself onto his chest. It feels so slippery, just as I wanted it to.
“Oh yeah,” he says, and I look back at him and smile.
I grind my pussy up against his chest and I instantly feel like I could come.
“Oh, my God,” I say.
After grinding around I slide slightly down, along each rib cage of the body I know so well from working with it so much during physical therapy sessions. And each time I’m a little closer to the edge of climax.
“Wow, Whitney, this is so hot,” he says, as I slide down to the next one.
Bump.
Now I’m on his hard, six pack abs and I keep sliding.
Bump, bump, bump.
Each time, I’m closer to orgasm until finally I’m coming on his stomach.
“Harlow, I’m coming,” I cry out, unable to keep myself from shouting.
“Come on me,” he says, grabbing my ass cheeks and sliding me around in place while I come all over him.
He pulls me back so I start at the top again and with each bump, bump, bump on my way down, my orgasm intensifies.
“Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh my God,” I call out.
He holds onto my waist and slides me all over his body, while I finish coming. Then he holds onto my clit and rubs it while he pulls my long, flowing hair and continues to make me slide all over his wet, hard body.
“I can’t stop coming,” I call out, feeling as if I could die of ecstasy. “This feels so good. This feels amazing.”
“Keep coming on me, Whitney,” he commands. “I’ll be your slip and slide SEAL forever, now that you’re my real fiancée.”
And with that I explode into what feels like a tiny thousand orgasms mixing into one giant one. He plays with my nipples and moves me up and down on him while I finish coming.
“Now turn around,” he says. “Your slip and slide SEAL wants to fuck you.”