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I'm hyper aware of the perhaps six inches of leather sofa that are the only thing between us. Nothing at all, really. His hand rests against the leather, leaning lightly against his leg. The movement of my hand towards his is slow. Almost ridiculously so. As I lace my fingers with his, my hand brushes against his leg, which is warm even through his jeans. We’ve touched each other affectionately before. I’ve even kissed him. This feels different, though. Premeditated. There’s a heaviness to it, and a suggestion of things to come.
I look over at him, silently asking whether this is okay. He smiles at me and squeezes my fingers before positioning my hand comfortably on his thigh. It's a natural adjustment. A matter of convenience. And so is the move I make to close the distance between us. The six inches of leather disappear as I slide sideways until my arm makes contact with his. He lets go of my hand, but only to put an arm around my shoulders. I tuck myself into his side and smile into his neck. Neither of us is paying attention to the movie anymore.
"Hi, you," he murmurs against my hair.
"Hi."
My voice is a tiny, breathy whisper. I inhale deeply. His smell is something woodsy and sweet, and his sweater is so ridiculously soft. I want to steal it.
"Penny?"
"Hmm?"
"I would really, really like to kiss you."
"You read my mind."
But it's me who closes the distance. I'm kissing him, and he's kissing me back. It's gentle, with an undercurrent of urgency. Really, it's perfect. I'm gripping the front of his sweater with one hand while the other has found its way to the back of his head. His hair is soft. I don't know why I didn't expect it to be. I find myself stroking it as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips gently into my mouth. I feel his nails run down my spine, and I can't help the tiny whimper that escapes me. He breaks the kiss, panting.
"God, Penny, you have no idea what you do to me. I want to move you. Is that okay? You have to tell me if you don't like what I'm doing, okay?"
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He shakes his head.
"Sweetheart, I need you to tell me. Out loud."
Ordinarily, I hate being called sweetheart, but it’s somehow okay when he says it.
"Yes. Anything you want. And I'll tell you if I don't like it."
"Good."
He lifts me by my waist with what seems like no effort, and I find myself straddling his thighs. My skirt is bunched around my hips, covering only just enough to keep me decent to his eyes. Logically, there are still multiple layers of fabric between us. My underwear, his jeans, and his underwear, which I can see peeking out above the denim. This feels… intimate, though. I can feel the evidence of his arousal and of mine. At this angle, I'm just slightly taller than him. He looks up at me with blown pupils and an expression that can only be described as hungry.
"Can I kiss you again?" he asks.
"Yes. You… don't actually have to ask."
His lips are on mine again in an instant, and he is no longer gentle. My hands roam his back as he kisses me like a man starved. He grips my waist as though to hold me still, and I realize that I've been seeking friction without even realizing it. I break the kiss.
"I'm sorry," I gasp, acutely aware of the fact that I feel like I’m going to combust, and he hasn't even really touched me yet.
"Please don't apologize." He's out of breath too. "You are so perfect. I just want to take you to bed before…"
He trails off, but I get the picture. I am not usually a fuck-on-the-first-date kind of person, but my self control is rapidly crumbling. I'm fairly certain I will let him do pretty much whatever he wants with me tonight, and I'll probably thank him for it.
"Yes, please."
I start to move, to get off of his lap, but he doesn't let me. Instead, he just lifts me with him as he gets up, and I hurry to wrap my legs around his waist. He chuckles, nipping at my neck.
“I’ve got you.”
I respond by wrapping my arms and legs more tightly around him and kissing a trail down his neck while I leave the steering to him. When I pull back, I see I've left a mark beneath his jaw and feel some combination of embarrassment and pride. We enter the bedroom, and I get the impression of soft yellow light and deep blue bedding in my periphery. I can't look away from his eyes long enough to take in my surroundings. He deposits me on the edge of the bed. We regard each other for a moment. I catch the suggestion of a question in his gaze. My fingers reach up of their own accord to the knot holding my dress closed at the waist, and I begin to pull at it. His hands close around mine.
"Did you want to do it? I'm more than happy to let you undress me," I tease.
I look up to meet his eyes again, and the smile fades from my face. His eyes are soft and a little sad. He runs a hand through his hair, and it's really unfair how sexy he is with rumpled hair. I do my best to focus on what he's saying.
"Do you… want to have sex tonight?" he asks hesitantly. "We can take it slow. I don't want to overwhelm you."
I consider the question a moment, trying to think with my brain and not with parts further south. My brain chooses only to bring me memories of all the times I've thought about this moment. All I know is how much I want him now, consequences be damned.
"Yes. I don't think I've ever wanted something so much. As long as it's what you want?"
"God, yes."
As he finishes what I started with the tie on my dress, an errant thought crosses my mind. I can’t remember the last time intimacy felt this nice. Then, the dress is off, and that’s the last unclouded thought I have for a while. I push up on my knees on the bed and kiss him. It's my turn not to be gentle. My hands slip beneath his sweater, and I splay my fingers across the muscles of his abdomen while my tongue slides past his teeth. I seem to have woken something in him, because he groans. The blue of his eyes is losing ground to dilated pupils. He pushes me over onto my back, and I scramble back on the bed, giving us room to work. He makes quick work of his shirt, tossing it off in a corner before climbing into bed after me. His chest is more muscular than I might have expected, and I take in the sight of it hungrily.
He's leaning over me, now, and he laces his fingers with mine, pinning my hand to the pillow. The fingers of his other hand find their way into my hair. His kiss takes my breath away with its bruising fierceness. I feel like he's lighting me on fire. My legs cross of their own volition, trying to get any kind of friction in the place where I need it most. I run my hand down his back, reveling in the expanse of smooth skin.
He doesn't break the kiss, but his hand comes up, fingers skimming over the lace on my bra. He finally pulls back from our kiss to look at me. I made an effort and put on a matching set of lingerie. I know I look good, but the look in his eyes is beyond anything I might have hoped. He looks like he wants to devour me. I think I want to let him. He leans back on his heels and releases my hand.
"God, Penny," he whispers hoarsely. "You are so beautiful."
"I could say the same about you."
I sit up and reach for the zipper on his jeans. It's only fair that I have a hand in undressing him. He shifts to help me, and the jeans follow the shirt into the corner. The sight of him in just his boxer briefs, his cock straining the front, is mouth watering. His lips meet mine again, and I close my eyes as he pushes me gently back down to the pillows. He pulls back after another moment. His gaze on my body feels almost physical, an intense counterpoint to his fingers stroking gently across the skin of my shoulder. He tugs on the strap of my bra.
"I want— can I—"
He's not quite managing complete sentences, but I think I understand anyway. I nod quickly.
"Yes."
I arch my back to give him access, and I feel deft fingers unhooking my bra. The bra joins the rest of our discarded clothing on the floor. I spare a brief, self-conscious thought for all that exposed skin, but then there's no more room to consider it because, oh fuck, his fingers are on my nipples, and he didn't ask, but it's okay because it feels so good and… The rest of the incoherent thoughts fade as he pinches them. A little harshly, maybe. Just enough to be painful, but the pleasure is overwhelming any other signals.
My hands come up to his shoulders, searching for something to hold onto. There will probably be nail marks on his back in the morning from the moment when he closes his lips around one of my nipples. I let out a moan, and immediately clap a hand over my mouth. I sound debauched. He grazes the hard little bud with his teeth before pulling back and smiling down at me.
"It's okay. I want to hear you."
My cheeks flush scarlet, but I allow my hand to fall back to the sheets. He resumes his ministrations, and I can no longer quite bring myself to care how I sound. His fingers and his mouth on my breasts draw out sensations that are only just on the right side of too much. My fingers scrabble against the sheets.
"Please."
I don't even know what I'm asking for. For more, maybe. For him to finally do something about the ache between my legs. Maybe even for him to stop, so my mind can be my own again. Whatever he thinks it is, he pulls back and smiles again, just a hint of sadistic glint in his eye.
"I know. Be patient a little longer, okay?"
I nod, letting my eyes fall closed in surrender. His voice drops to a whisper, warm against the shell of my ear.
"Good girl."
The words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help the whimper that leaves my lips. His fingers skim across my breasts and down my stomach, veering aside to my hip. His lips follow in their wake, leaving a trail of kisses that ends with the merest brush between my legs. I gasp and arch my back, panting for breath. I don't notice that he's taking off my underwear until cool air hits my aching pussy. I am totally bare in front of him. I might have expected to feel self conscious, had I given it any thought, but I don't. I just really want him to fuck me. I trail my hands down his back.
"Please, Harrison. Please," I say, punctuating my words by squeezing his ass.
He groans, deep and low.
"Okay. Okay. I need– do we need protection? I'm clean."
That brings me back to earth for a moment.
"I'm on birth control and clean. So, no. Please, fuck me."
He groans. I feel him shove a pillow under my hips. He finally pulls off his underwear, and I can see everything. His cock is perfect, and I want it. I seem to have broken whatever self control he had, because he pushes my legs apart, and I see stars dance in front of my vision as he pushes his cock inside me. He's big, but I'm so wet that he bottoms out in one thrust. He stills for a moment, letting me adjust. I feel the need to have him close, so I pull on his shoulders until as much of his skin is pressed against mine as I can get. I hug him tight to me for a few seconds as my pussy clenches and then relaxes around the intrusion.
Then, I let go. The pace of his thrusts starts off slow, but soon it is punishing. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and my moans. I try at first to stifle them, but it's no good. Judging by the fiery look in his eyes, he doesn't mind. His cock feels amazing, but it won't be enough to get me over the edge. I reach down for my clit, but he slaps my hand away.
"Let me," he grunts through clenched teeth.
He braces himself on one elbow. The angle changes, becoming deeper, and I let out a silent scream. His fingers find my clit with a frantic rhythm to match the desperate way he's fucking me. It's a little clumsy, but it's just enough. I cum with a shout, clenching around his cock. I feel him follow soon after as he murmurs barely coherent praise, telling me I'm a good girl, that I have a perfect cunt, that I'm a dream.
We are both boneless for a few moments in the aftermath, and he lays on top of me. Our sweat-slick skin is pressed together, and it should feel suffocating or gross, but it doesn't. It's right. It's perfect. He moves slowly and his softening cock slides out of me. I can feel the mess that we've made, his cum dripping from my pussy onto the sheets. He flops down beside me. We're both silent for a moment.
"Thank you, Penny."
I laugh.
"Any time."