Not Yet Yours

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Liam

S he holds me in place with her gaze and normally, this is the point where one of us will laugh and break the moment and then we’ll both laugh it off and go back to teasing each other or doing whatever we were doing. But that’s not going to happen tonight. I can sense that Harriet isn’t going to stop this from happening if I don’t and I most certainly am not stopping anything.

I lean toward her, and she comes toward me and our lips brush against each other lightly. That’s all it takes to send a shiver of desire through me, and I cup Harriet’s face in my hands and kiss her properly.

Our lips lock and Harriet’s tongue snakes into my mouth. She has wrapped her arms around my waist, and I release her face and wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. Our tongues caress each other as we kiss, and my cock is more than ready for her.

I want to kiss every inch of Harriet’s body, lick her all over. I want to fuck her mouth and claim it as mine. And then I want to fill her pussy and claim that as well. I am going to do things to this woman she has never even considered could be done to her. I am going to break her into a thousand pieces, make her love it, and then put her back together again. And I am going to make her mine.

I move one hand down to her leg and push my hand under her dress. I run my fingertips over her inner thigh and then I lightly run them over the outside of her lacy panties. I can feel how damp they are and as my fingers tease Harriet, she moans into my mouth. Her kiss deepens for a moment and then she pulls her mouth from mine and we both look at each other, our chests heaving.

“Come on,” Harriet says, standing up and pulling me up with her. “Let’s continue this party in my room.”

“That works for me,” I say.

I let Harriet lead me back inside and across the lobby again, but instead of heading back to the double glass doors that open into the ballroom where the party is, Harriet leads me in the opposite direction to the elevators. It’s pretty quiet at this time of night and the doors open straight away when I lean forward and press the call button. We get into the elevator and Harriet presses the number ten. The doors close and I reckon ten floors gives me more than enough time to show Harriet a taste of what’s to come.

I take her hands and push her against the wall of the elevator. I lift her hands over her head and hold her wrists in one of my hands and then I kiss her as I put my other hand beneath her dress and tease her through the damp lace of her panties again. Harriet moans into my mouth and presses herself against my teasing fingers.

The more she tries to press herself on me, the less pressure I put on her and she moans again, this time I think in frustration because she tries to get her hands free. I pull back from kissing her and smile against her lips.

“Someone’s eager,” I say.

She moans again and then she nips my bottom lip in between her teeth and that little stinging pain fires through my body, making me even more ready for Harriet. I kiss her again, hard and desperate, and then the elevator makes a pinging sound and I release Harriet as the doors open on her floor. She leaves the elevator and practically runs me down the corridor to her room.

She pulls her key card out of the tiny purse she carries and opens the door and then puts the key card in the slot beside it. The lamps at the bedside come on and the air conditioner clicks on too. I step into the room and the door slams closed behind me and Harriet jumps. We both laugh, and then the laughter fades as Harriet turns to me and our lips meet once more.

There is nothing gentle or teasing about our kisses and touches now. Our lips press together hard enough that I’m sure they will be swollen and maybe even bruised tomorrow. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies, caressing, stroking, and tugging away our clothes. Within minutes, I have Harriet’s dress unzipped and, on the floor, and she kicks it aside and I take a moment to pause and just drink her in.

She stands before me in silver heels with light pink lacy underwear and she looks absolutely stunning. Her breasts are perfect, pert, and full, and her stomach beneath them is flat and her hips flare out and practically beg me to put my hands on them.

I move closer to Harriet, reach behind her head, and unclip her hair so that it falls around her face. I kiss her lips gently and then I move onto her neck. As I nuzzle against her, she strips me of my jacket, tie, and shirt and then she reaches for my pants. She opens them and pushes them down and I tear my mouth from her neck for long enough to bend down and take off my shoes and socks and kick the pants away. As I am doing this, Harriet kicks her shoes off.

I straighten back up and its now Harriet’s turn to drink me in while standing before her in my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She seems to like what she sees as her mouth turns up at the corners and she nibbles on her bottom lip. Her eyes linger on my erection, and she swallows audibly and comes closer to me. I pull her against me, unhook her bra, and then pull it down her arms. I drop it onto the growing pile of clothes at our feet and then I push my fingers into the sides of Harriet’s panties and push them down her legs. She steps out of them, and I pull her into my arms and kiss her.

I walk her toward the bed, my lips not leaving hers. I push my fingers between her legs and massage her clit, not hard enough to bring her to climax too quickly, but not with the teasing touch of earlier. Harriet’s grip on me tightens and her hands roam over my back and down to my ass where she pushes her hands inside my boxer briefs and cups my ass, her nails digging deliciously into my flesh.

We reach the bed and I push Harriet backward so that she ends up sitting on the mattress looking up at me. I lean down and kiss her and then I get onto my knees and push her legs open. I moan when I see her glistening slit spread wide open for me. She is so fucking wet, and her vulva has flushed a deep red color. I can almost see her clit pulsing as she whispers my name and runs her hands through my hair.

I lean into her, and I can smell the salty musk of her arousal as my face gets closer to her pussy. I lick around her opening, drinking in her sweet juices and then I lick up through her slit and settle with my mouth on her clit. I lick her, massaging her clit from side to side with my tongue. She tugs on my hair and runs her nails over my scalp as I work her.

I suck her clit into my mouth and tease it with the tip of my tongue and then I release it from my hold, and I lick her in long, slow strokes from her pussy to her clit and back again. She moans my name over and over again as I work her, and her hands leave my hair as she lays back on the bed. I lift her legs up and prop them on my shoulders, opening her up even further.

I give her another long, slow lick and then I come back to her pussy opening, and I tease her, lapping around the edge of her opening until she is moaning and writhing above me and then I push my tongue inside of her. I fuck her with my tongue, moving it in and out of her pussy, claiming her with my mouth. I move one hand and rest it below her stomach and then I push my thumb between her lips and work her clit in time with my probing tongue, claiming her with my thumb as well as my mouth and tongue.

I know that Harriet is on the verge of an orgasm when her pussy goes tighter around my tongue, and I don’t make her hold back any longer. I lick her walls while upping the pressure on her clit until she makes a breathy sound and then her back arches and I feel a rush of her warm juices coating my tongue and my lips and chin.

I pull my tongue out of her and lick my lips, still working Harriet’s clit with my thumb. I lift myself slightly so that I can look down on Harriet as she comes. Her back is still arched, her head thrown back. Her hands are balled into fists in my hair and her thighs are pressing against my head as her muscles contract. She moans my name in a voice that almost sends me over the edge and then her back slams back down onto the mattress and her grip on my head relaxes and she is gasping for air.

I gently disentangle her legs from around me and I get up off the floor. I push down my boxers as Harriet moves backward on the mattress. I put one knee between her legs. I follow with my other knee as she opens up for me, her hands groping for me, pulling me down on top of her.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she says.

I don’t need to be told twice. I have been waiting for this moment since pretty much the first time I met Harriet and I reach down between us and push my cock against her opening. In one hard stroke, I claim Harriet’s pussy with my cock, making her mine in every way that matters physically.

I thrust in and out of her and I could feel that it was going to be a fight for me to not come too soon because this woman is driving me crazy. She meets each thrust with an eager one of her own and she clenches her already tight pussy around my cock in time with our thrusts.

We keep thrusting, kissing, and groping each other as we hurtle toward our respective climaxes. I feel her clench tightly and this time, she doesn’t let go of me and I slam into her tight pussy, and it feels absolutely amazing, and I come hard as Harriet comes undone beneath me, digging her nails into my back, and whimpering my name.

I can feel my orgasm flooding my system, pleasure flowing through my veins as I roar Harriet’s name and bury my face against her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her as a shiver goes through me and then my orgasm loosens its grip and I slip out of Harriet and roll off her, lying beside her sated and more satisfied than I have ever been.

“Not bad, Monroe,” Harriet says after a moment when we have gotten our breath back.

I can’t help but laugh at her words.

“Wow, you sure know how to deflate a guy’s ego,” I say.

Harriet turns her head and grins at me.

“Complain when I stop inflating other parts of you,” she says and then she closes her eyes, leaving me speechless beside her.