- Chapter 8
The wet t-shirt against his skin was too much for Harrison to take. Her body pressed up against his. Her arms wrapped around him. Harrison felt an urge of desire shoot through his body. He reached down to Liz and gently lifted her chin.
Without a thought in his head, Harrison kissed Liz.
His lips against hers were soft and yet firm. He slowly parted her lips with his and let his tongue slide into her. The thought that this was Harrison Wellington, only lasted a moment before Passion consumed Liz.
A man has never kissed her like this. A strong, amazingly handsome, real man.
Liz let her hands explore the muscles of his back. Soon allowing them to slide under his shirt and glide up and down his ruggedly defined back. This was happening. This was real. Liz couldn’t believe what was going on. But she certainly wasn’t going to stop it.
“I’m sorry,” Harrison said as he pulled away from Liz.
Liz didn’t move. She just looked at him with passion. She wasn’t sorry. Liz was in a daze. Partly believing that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this, and partly thinking she didn’t want to ever wake up if she was dreaming.
“I’m not,” Liz said as she slowly licked her lips.
Harrison looked down and noticed Liz had perfectly round, hard nipples that were now pressed up against her soaking wet t-shirt.
All control was gone now. Every last bit of reasoning had disappeared.
He reached down and grabbed Liz by the hips and pulled her close to him. Letting his lips meet hers again, but only briefly. Soon he was exploring her neck.
Liz couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of ecstasy. His hands on her body felt so strong. They were commanding her to be there with him. His lips on her neck were electrifying every last sexual nerve in her body.
Harrison reached for her wet t-shirt and pealed it off. Throwing it forcefully toward the front door. This was a man. He wasn’t some boy with ego issues. Harrison was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted Liz.
He started unbuttoning his own shirt while he looked at Liz. She quickly looked down at the ground.
“Why do you do that?” Harrison said when he noticed she looked away from him.
“I don’t know,” Liz said, still looking at the ground.
“I like it when you look at me.” He said this and Liz slowly looked up to him.
Her eyes held a sense of sadness but also of sweetness. She was innocent, yet hard as nails. It wasn’t something Harrison was to comfortable seeing in a woman.
As he finished unbuttoning his shirt, Harrison again reached for Liz and grabbed her by the hips. This time lifting her off the ground and wrapping his arms around her.
Instinctively Liz wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked him in the eyes as he walked the two of them down the hall and to his bedroom. The passion he had towards her was something Liz had never known before. He looked like a man who was hungry for her. Hungry like someone who had not eaten for weeks.
As he placed her on his bed, Harrison slowly slid her shorts off. Letting his lips make a trail of kisses down her inner thigh. Then moving them back up again once her shorts and panties were off.
Liz inhaled a deep breath as his lips made it all the way up her legs. He was slowly moving his tongue around her. Gently exploring every inch to see where the perfect spot was to set her on fire.
His slow movements began to quicken when he felt Liz tighten her thigh muscles. There, he had found the perfect spot.
Gently Harrison let his hands hold onto her thighs as his tongue continued to work on making her breath quicken even more. Liz grabbed onto his wavy hair and let out another deep breath. But this time it was followed by a moan. Then another moan.
Soon he was deliberately trying to get her moans to come fast. First with only his tongue, then sliding his middle finger inside of her.
“Oh God.” Liz let out as he began moving his finger in perfect harmony with the circular motion of his tongue.
Harrison couldn’t help himself. Watching her body tighten up. Hearing her moans. He hadn’t heard that in a very long time. Yes. He wanted to hear more. He wanted to see her body tighten with delight as he brought her to orgasm.
Liz could feel her body building up the excitement. Her hips were moving against his tongue. She wanted to feel the explosion. Liz grabbed his hair and pushed on his head, holding him exactly where she wanted him.
Harrison loved this.
He worked harder, faster, firmer to build her energy as high as it could go. Then he felt it. Liz stopped moving so much; she tightened her grip on his hair. Her hips thrust hard up into the air.
“Oh god! Oh god.” She let out as the rumbles of orgasms started rolling through her body.
Just as this was happening, Harrison decided to thrust a second finger into Liz. Her whole body let go. Her muscles tightened around him. Her hips thrust hard against him. But Harrison wasn’t about to let go. He pulled her clit into his mouth and held onto it tight, letting the orgasm shoot through her body again.
This was what Harrison had missed. The passion. The willingness to let go.