That Crazy Kind: of love

by Snow, Jenika

  “I need you,” I said without hesitation, without shame.

  “You have me,” he murmured against my skin. “Tell me what you want, Harlow.” He pressed his erection into my belly, and I made a low, desperate sound.

  God, I wanted him so bad.

  “Tell me,” he said more fiercely.

  “I want you inside me.”

  * * *

  Aiden

  Fuck.

  Hearing her say she wanted me inside her tight, hot body was like an electrical shock to my cock. My dick jerked in my pants as if I were some overly eager teenager. I wanted her desperately, but I also knew there was no fucking way I’d last once I was in her. I never did, not when the woman I gave myself to over and over again was Harlow.

  “God, Aiden,” she moaned in this sexy little breathy tone. “I need you now.” Her words were a seductive song that brushed along my temple.

  I couldn’t help but groan against her flesh. I slipped my hand down her side and curled my fingers under the hem of her shirt. Her skin was so damn soft as I dragged my fingers under the fabric until I reached the edge of her bra. Fuck, I could feel the lace, so feminine, and had to force myself to slow down, to savor this moment.

  But when Harlow speared her hands into my hair and pushed my head down and toward her chest, I broke.

  “Touch me, Aiden. Touch me everywhere.”

  I glanced up at her, saw how she closed her eyes, watched as she parted her lips. She was so primed for me, needing me.

  Something inside me snapped.

  I latched my mouth onto her breast, right over the fabric of her shirt, and sucked. She tightened her grip in my hair, causing a sting of pain. But fuck, I loved every minute of it. I felt her nipple tighten under my ministrations, and I renewed my effort until she was thrashing her head from side to side and moaning loudly. Damn, I loved seeing Harlow like this, got harder knowing it was because of me.

  She was all unrestrained and full of need.

  It was a side of Harlow I loved more than anything else when we were in the throes of passion.

  “Baby, I’m liable to take you right here, right now.”

  Her answer was a moan, and I knew she wanted this anyway she could get it. Just like me. I slid my hands down and gripped her ass, loving how the mounds fit perfectly in my palms. I leaned in and kissed her long and slow, deeply. She dragged her tongue along my bottom lip, and I couldn’t stop the way my entire body shuddered.

  Removing my hands from her ass—which was pretty fucking hard, if I were being honest—I couldn’t stop myself from all but ripping her fucking shirt off. I dragged the tips of my fingers up her sides, feeling her skin pebble from my touch, and her body trembled. I slid my hands to her back, undid the hook of her bra, and watched in stunned awe as the creamy globes of her breasts spilled free. My mouth watered at the sight.

  Her nipples were those gorgeous dusty-rose color, and I knew they’d deepen in shade the more aroused she became. I lowered my head and sucked her flesh into my mouth. With my eyes closed and the flavor of her flesh filling my mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Her skin was so smooth it felt like silk against my tongue. She tasted like fucking ripe peaches, and I knew I’d never get enough.

  The feeling of her hands sliding from my hair and moving down to the button of my jeans had my heart beating frantically. I loved going slow with Harlow, but the truth, the reality was, I could never do it. I could never control myself where she was concerned.

  Lord fucking help me, but I wanted her now. I took a step back and her nipple came free from my mouth with a little popping noise. I moved close again, slanting my mouth against hers until she whimpered and pleaded for more. Before either of us probably realized, we were tearing our clothes off. I groaned and stepped back when she was naked, looking own and staring at the generous mounds of her breasts.

  I was back against her a second later, gripping her thigh and lifting it so it was now over my hip. I did the same with the other until my hands were curled around the mounds of her perfect peach-shaped ass and held her off the ground. Holy fucking shit. I felt how wet she was as her pussy came in contact with my cock.

  “Baby, I’m not going to fucking last long.” She shifted, and her pussy rubbed along my stiff dick. We both groaned.

  “God, Aiden,” she moaned. Harlow shifted again, and I cursed. She started kissing the side of my jaw, and I told myself not to come from the feeling of her touching me.

  I didn’t even try to stop myself from moving toward the wall so her back rested against it, reaching between our bodies and aligning my cock with the opening of her tight, hot, and wet pussy. I pushed just the tip in. Her arms and legs tightened around me, and I placed my hand on the wall beside her head. My other hand gripped her ass as I sank fully into her. She was so damn perfect.

  I rested my head in the crook of her neck and started pulling out and pushing into her sweet body. The little sounds that came from her drove me higher. “God, baby,” I panted against her skin. “You feel incredible.” I sank into her again, and again, and again, her pussy like a vice around my shaft, like an iron fucking fist.

  I slipped my hand between our bodies again and found her little engorged clit. I stroked her, rubbed that bundle of nerves. I needed her to get off for me. She mewled long and loud as her orgasm claimed her.

  Fuck. Yes.

  Her cunt milked my cock, and I started pounding into her, dragging my dick in and out of her tight little body. I could taste the sweet release that was soon to claim me. But when her mouth went to my neck and her teeth sank into the flesh, I couldn’t control myself and followed her in the rush of completion, grunting in ecstasy.

  She panted against me, her pussy clenching around my length with tiny aftershocks of her pleasure.

  I rested my much bigger body around hers, breathing, sweat coating my body. “I could stay like this forever, just buried inside you.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled away from the wall, striding to our room and setting her on the bed. I went down with her, pulling the sheets over us and pulling her close to me. And then I just held her.

  We may not have a lot of money, or many things to fill our small, cramped place, but we did have each other. And there was nothing better than that.

  “I love you,” I whispered against her hair.

  She shifted so she was facing me, her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. “I love you too.”

  I was wrong. Having Harlow love me was the best thing in the fucking world.

  The End.

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