Page 180 of The Woman Left Behind

“You’re the key to my peace of mind.”

I got no further.

With that, he dropped his head, kissed me, and we had our belated quickie while the oven preheated.

He took me to the bedroom, and it was fast, but not desperate. It was scorching, but not reckless. It was supremely satisfying, but not greedy.

It was us.

It was Harry.

It was perfect.

FORTY-FOUR

Pleased As Punch

Lillian

“Up, baby,” Harry ordered.

I slid up, sucking the length of his cock as I did so, and swirling the head with my tongue before I let him go.

I was going to move over him. I knew his sounds. I knew I’d gotten him close. And getting him close got me close.

So it was time to take my favorite ride.

“Hold there,” Harry said.

This was new.

I stilled and looked up at him, lazed naked in all his glory against the pillows propped up on my headboard, his long legs cocked and wide open.

Then I looked down, because his arm moved, and I watched Harry wrap his hand around his pretty cock.

I was on my knees between his legs, but I still squirmed as I watched him begin to jack himself.

“Oh God, Harry,” I breathed, eyes glued to the action.

He slid down in the bed, and so I didn’t interrupt any of this goodness, I scuttled out of the way.

Then, his voice thick, he commanded, “Climb on.”

He didn’t mean his dick.

I might have broken a record crawling up the bed, turning and hitching a leg over his head.

I settled over his face, positioned to see his body.

Harry curved his other hand warmly on my thigh, pulled me down and immediately started eating me.

That was when I rode his face.

He did all the work, between his legs and mine.

There was a fabulous pause in the festivities when I watched him come and felt him do it as he groaned into my pussy.

And then both his hands came to my hips, and he pulsed me down as he ate me out until I climaxed magnificently on his face.

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