Gabriella

Holy fucking Nora, what the hell am I doing? Having sex with Harrison is like having it in its most natural state—raw, primeval. As he kisses me, I can smell myself on his lips, and I have to admit to being a little shocked.

Jesus, Alex and I were tame. Why have I never realized it before? We used maybe three or four different positions, and threw in a bit of oral sex for good measure, and that was about it. It’s not because I’m a prude—far from it. I don’t know why, but we never discussed it. He tended to take the initiative in the bedroom, and I let him, because that’s what I thought women did. Why did he never suggest anything new? Did he think I wouldn’t be interested? The fact that Alex had an affair tells me he wanted more excitement. Why didn’t we communicate our needs? If only we’d talked, we might still be together.

But then I would never have met Harrison, and I can’t in all honesty say I wish that right now. Because this man is setting me alight, and even though I’ve already had three magnificent orgasms tonight, I want him inside me again, and I know that’s only going to culminate in more pleasure for me.

He’s half lying on me now, kissing me hard, still holding my hands above my head, and with his other hand he’s pushed my knees apart, and he’s back to touching me. His fingers are sure and firm, occasionally sliding deep inside me, then returning to slip and slide through my folds, sometimes swirling over my clit.

I don’t know if it’s the physical stimulation or the fact that I’m emotionally and mentally turned on that sends desire spiraling inside me, but it’s not long before I can sense my orgasm’s arrival from far away, like the sound of music played in the distance, the first strains echoing through the evening air. I moan against Harry’s lips, and then groan as he removes his hand and moves back.

He’s reaching for a condom, though, and my heart rate increases once again at the knowledge that he wants to take me. His erection is long and thick, hard as a broom handle, and the thought of taking him inside makes me shiver.

He tears open the packet and rolls the condom on in seconds, then eyes me and twirls his fingers in the air.

“Turn over,” he instructs.

My mouth goes dry. I roll onto my front, and then squeal as he unceremoniously lifts my hips so I’m on my knees. My elbows are still on the mattress, so my butt is high in the air.

“Oh yeah,” he says with satisfaction, apparently enjoying the view. “Let’s make this one quick and hard. You up for it?”

“Oh God, yes,” I say, panting, and I widen my knees so he can kneel between them, then feel him positioning himself at my entrance.

I tense, waiting for him to slam forward, but to my relief he enters me slowly, gently rocking his hips and lubricating himself with my moisture, until he’s fully sheathed, all the way in, balls deep.

“Ohhh…” I lean my forehead on my hands. It feels amazing like this, so intimate and sexy, reminding me of my primeval analogy. I can imagine that the cavemen took their women like this in front of the fire. Although would they have been this tender? This caring?

“All right?” he murmurs.

“Mmm… yeah.” I tense my internal muscles, smirking when he grunts. He rests his hands on my hips, and then he starts moving.

He clearly enjoys observing us, because every now and again he slows, apparently watching himself sliding in and out of me, as well as listening to the slick sounds.

But it’s not long before he starts living up to his promise of hard and fast. He thrusts firmly, burying himself deep inside me each time, and there’s little I can do except take it and say oh! as if I’m surprised at every penetration.

Christ, this is fucking feral. I’ve done this position before, but it was nothing like this. Harrison has enough energy to fuel the whole city. No wonder I feel as if I’m on fire. Pleasure stirs deep in my belly, and I groan when he slides a hand beneath me and plays with my breasts. My knees slide apart of their own accord, allowing him unfettered access.

With a growl of pleasure, he withdraws, and he plunges his fingers into me. I gasp, but then he removes them, and I feel him smoothing the moisture up between the cheeks of my ass.

Holy shit. I don’t know if I’m ready for this.

But he slides his erection through my folds again, and it’s his fingers that do the exploring, as he teases my tight muscle with his thumb, just the tip, pushing it a little inside.

I shudder at the unusual sensation, clenching around him, and he murmurs his approval and does it again, moving his thumb in and out while he continues to thrust deep within me. The feeling is amazing, and even though he’s not touching my clit, I feel my orgasm approaching.

I wonder if he’ll do what he did before and make me wait, but this time he doesn’t—instead, he increases the pace of his thrusts, slamming hard into me. I release all control and just let him take me, let the orgasm roll over me, and as I clench around him, he swears and pushes so hard I’m certain he’s going to come out the top of my head. It’s an unbelievable feeling, and we remain clenched in mutual gratification for what is probably only ten or twenty seconds, but feels like hours of intense pleasure.

Breathing heavily, he withdraws, and I fall forward onto the pillow and bury my face in it. Harrison falls on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, but I don’t even have the energy to protest.

“Jesus.” I shiver at the aftershocks of the orgasm, little champagne bubbles of pleasure that ripple through me as my muscles tense and relax. “Holy fucking hell.”

He chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest reverberating through my back, and he nuzzles my neck. “Nice?”

“Oh my God, you have no idea.”

“Mmm.” He shifts a little so he’s not so heavy on me, but wraps his arms around me, so we’re like two spoons from the same batch, made to lie together. “Okay, take five. Then I want you on top.”

I start laughing. “Seriously?”

“Then side by side, I think. Then standing up.”

“Holy shit, Harrison! Where do you get the energy?”

“All night,” he murmurs, kissing my ear before nibbling the lobe. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up. So, don’t plan on getting any sleep.”

I shiver. Is he serious? When he joked about me being his sex slave, I assumed he meant we’d do it once or twice more and then he’d send me packing.

All night. I lift my head and check my phone on the table—it’s not even eleven yet. That’s what, seven or eight hours until we have to go to work?

Nah. He’s kidding me. There’s no way a couple could have sex that many times in one night.