“I love making you feel good, Siena,” he growls, tracing tight little circles all around that aching button. “I love knowing that I can make you come in an instant.”
“I hope you take longer than that,” I gasp, “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“So do I,” he says, running his fingertips across my sensitive inner thighs, “The things we would get up to...”
My legs begin to tremble at the mere thought of it. I let my knees fall open, right there on the staircase.
“Come here,” I command, grabbing onto his hips and pulling him toward me.
He raises himself up to me, kissing me hard as he poises his stiff member against me. I let out an ecstatic moan as he drives into me, pinning me down onto the hardwood stairs. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he sinks deeper, wasting no time at all. Again and again we press into each other, bucking wildly there on the stairs. I bite my lip as I feel him going deeper and deeper, parting me on his hard, pulsating rod.
Daringly, I swing my legs up over his shoulders, a feat that surprises even me. Harrison pauses a moment, amazed, looking down at me with hunger and wonder both. I tilt my hips up, balancing against his sturdy body. I’ve never had a man like Harrison, and certainly never like this. I take a deep breath and wait to feel him again.
“Jesus!” I gasp, as Harrison pounds into me, “How can you go so deep? I can feel you all the way through me.”
“I love seeing you like this,” he groans, pulling me ever closer to him, “I swear, Siena, you’ve got me right on the edge...”
“I’m there too,” I tell him, planting my hands on his rock hard abs, “I want to come with you, baby...”
“The way you talk...” he says, his eyes closing in bliss.
“But, I want to see it,” I tell him, leveling my dizzy gaze at him, “Come on my stomach. My chest.”
“Are you sure?” Harrison asks, his teeth gritted.
“I’m sure,” I breathe, “Please...”
Harrison leans into me, my legs pressed up. He rears back and barrels up into me, colliding with that spot inside that is the key to my bliss. A huge roiling wave of sensation crashes over me, and I scream out my ecstasy to the high ceilings above us. A low groan rips out of Harrison’s throat, and I feel him slip out of me. A gushing warmth spills across my belly and breasts, covering me. I let my head fall back against the stairs as we lose ourselves to each other, succumbing to this most intense of moments.
His body relaxes against mine on the stairs. For the longest time, we can’t bear to say a thing. Finally, he turns to me, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
“Guess we should get you cleaned up?” he says.
“Only if you carry me,” I moan.
“That can be arranged,” he says.
In one swift motion, he’s caught me up in his arms. Harrison carries me up the stairs like a bride over the threshold.
“Where are we going?” I ask dreamily.
“I have a marble bath tub with your name on it,” he tells me.
“Dear god,” I moan, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Only in the most humane way possible,” he laughs, and carries me up and away.
Epilogue...
The next weeks unfolds just the way we planned it. We turn our phones on vibrate, leave the computers shut down, and simply enjoy each other. In every way. Sure, there’s the occasional take out order, but for the most part it’s just me and Harrison—enjoying some long overdue privacy at last.
The time winks by in a heartbeat, and soon our week is over. McClain’s told Harrison that his new car will be ready today, and he has to get up to start practicing. I roll out of bed as the sun comes up and put coffee on in the kitchen. Already, this place is starting to feel like home. I’ve resolved to visit Italy for a couple of days this week to check on my dad, so I relish every minute of his new morning routine. Harrison hasn’t even stirred yet when I set the French press to boil and head over to the front door to grab the newspaper.
I wonder if we should have scones or biscuits for breakfast, I muse sleepily, pulling my robe around me as I step out onto the porch.
A blinding blaze of flashbulbs assaults my eyes the moment I swing open the heavy, wooden front door of Harrison’s town house. For a moment, I’m paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. Camped out in front of Harrison’s home, our home, are two dozen reporters and photographers, each screaming over the rest.
“Miss Lazio!”
“Over here, Siena!”
I can’t stop staring out at the unexpected swarm of press. Can’t put one foot in front of the other to beat a quick retreat inside.
“Siena, do you feel you’ve betrayed Team Ferrelli by having an affair with Harrison Davies?”
“Miss Lazio, do you know who took the pictures that have been plastered all over the papers today?”
I stoop to pick up today’s newspaper, and sure enough, there we are. Front page, above the crease: me and Harrison, a half dozen photos of us. A goddamn collage, really, tracing our entire relationship so far. And above the photos, the headline reads, “Romeo and Juliet of Formula One Tangled in Tawdry Tryst”.
I feel a strong hand yanking me back over the doorway. The voices of the clamoring reporters are silenced as Harrison slams the front door shut. He grabs the newspaper away from me, looking down at the headline in horror.
“They’ve found us...” he breathes, eyes glued to the front page.
“How much do you think they know?” I ask, fearfully.
Harrison opens the paper, and a full two-page spread featuring the two of us is revealed. We trade bewildered glances, entirely at a loss.
“I’m guessing they know plenty,” he says quietly.
I can’t look away from Harrison’s blue eyes as the reporters call and shout for us outside.
“What are we going to do?” I ask, my voice trembling.
But for once, neither of us has the slightest idea.
*THE*END*
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