Page 82 of Right Side of Paradise
His heart was beating twice as hard as mine and his heaving breaths came one right after the other.
But then his eyes darkened with disbelief. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just came all over you. I just?—”
“You just what?”
“Needed you,” he said lower than anything else he’d uttered this morning. “I’m sor?—”
My kiss interrupted his apology, and I didn’t even realize I wasn’t on top of him anymore. We were facing each other on our sides, tongues dancing and our sticky bodies pressed against each other.
“Say you needed me again,” I commanded, biting his bottom lip.
“Needed you,” he said, voice just as thick and quiet as before.
“I think I like you needing me, Chris.”
The bed dipped and it was the only thing to pull me back to reality.
Harlow cleared her throat and asked, “Do y’all need a minute?” A playful cadence colored her question and made me smile against Christian’s mouth before I pulled away.
Soul snickered when we made eye contact. He bent down to kiss me and I tasted Harlow and myself on his tongue before he muttered, “Metamour, my ass.”
Harlow groaned. “If we stay in this bed any longer, I’m going to ask one of you to make me come again.” Her fingertips lingered at her breast, tugging at her own piercing like she wasn’t convinced she wouldn’t be asking for another orgasm. She arched off the bed into her own touch like she was about to risk it all then thought better of it.
“Ugh, come on. We need to shower and get to yoga at the aquarium.”
Soul kissed his teeth and followed her off the bed. “Whose idea was it to go to eight a.m. yoga on a Saturday for our second date?”
“Um, yours,” Harlow teased, cackling when he chased her into the bathroom.
This was happiness. My house was full of laughter and orgasms and the three people I loved the most. And the man I never thought would bend for me had just kissed me and covered me in his cum.
The day had just started but I could confidently say it was already the best Saturday I’d had in a long ass time.
“You okay?” I held Christian’s stare, checking for signs of regret.
The morning sun latched onto the specks of gold in his brown eyes, and I got lost in the vulnerability. He didn’t regret it, but he looked like he wanted me to tell him it was okay.
“If I wanted you to stop, I would have said snow.”
“Okay.”
I dipped my head and kissed him softly when I really wanted to twist my hands in his hair and climb on top of him again. But we had a second date to get to.
“I really love your lips on mine, Chris.”
Harlow’s Fuck-It List
Have an orgasm from oral ??
Make out until I come ?
