Sabrina did not want to go home right away. She had had a long day at work, knew that she might want to be with Harry and she wanted to avoid him.
Just a little bit…
She had been somewhat regularly sleeping with him, and did not want him to have the wrong idea. So she went to a nearby bar, that was not the regular one that they went to.
Together.
The curse slipped past her lips as a whoosh, when she walked in and saw Harry at the bar. Was he reading her mind now? or was he trying to avoid her too? Neither option was savory, so she regained her composure, and sat at the bar a few seats away from him.
Harry turned and looked at her, with a sardonic smile. It made her wet as fuck, who was she trying to fool? She wanted him, and depriving herself had been a dumb idea.
A glass of Montepulciano landed in front of her, and she knew that Harry had ordered it. She could not suppress a smile, and a soft look at him.
Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at their apartment building on the way in. Two glasses of red wine, her hand in Harry’s and Sabrina was intoxicated.
They went to his place. Harry closed the door, and pressed her to the wall tilting the photo behind it like usual. He pulled her dress up over her hips, and slid the damp crotch of her thong to the side. If she had not already been wet, she would have become wet. But she was sticky wet, and he kissed her neck which was her weak spot making her wetter.
“So fucking wet,” he grunted against her throat.
Sabrina was unashamed of the clicking of her come as he played with her clit, and shoved a finger in her. She placed her hands on his chest, when she realized that he was trying to make her squirt. She had not squirted often before, but with Harry she did.
“You’re going to make me squirt,” she cried helplessly, as he manipulated her and she knew she might.
And then he stopped, and she clung to him.
“Why were you at the other bar tonight?” he questioned, and she slipped her hands down between her legs to soothe the ache she had. Between her legs would be blue as any guy’s balls if he did not make her come soon.
“Why did you?” she countered.
Harry tilted her face up toward his.
“Because I was trying to avoid the inevitable.”
He fucked her so hard with his fingers, and she came so hard that everything went black.
This black desire between them, filled her world more than she wanted it to…
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Sounds like they’re both addicted…I like that about them. 🙂
me too, and you know i do it for you!