Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 26

I regain consciousness with Harry lying between my thighs, rubbing his nose against mine. I force my eyes open.

'Morning, baby.'

I groan, extending my arms above my head in a long, satisfying stretch. Oh, I slept very well. As I settle back down, I feel Harry's morning hard on nuzzling between my thighs, already slick, a flicker of a smile playing at the sides of his mouth.

I wiggle under him. 'Morning, yourself,'

In one swift movement, he drives deep into me, and it's already a great day. I hold onto his tight biceps as he rests on his forearms and works up into a firm, steady rhythm.

He opens his eyes. 'I love sleepy sex with you.'

I stare into his calm, peaceful face and let him take me to paradise, but I'm abruptly snapped out of my dreamy state when Harry rolls us both over, keeping us connected, so I'm straddling him. The sudden gravity sensitises me to his invasion.

'Ride me, Louis.' His voice is raspy, his hunger filled eyes glistening in the morning light. He grasps my thighs, and I plant my palms on his pecs.

I look down at him. 'I'm in charge?'

He grins. 'Do your worst, baby.' He flicks his hips up, prompting me to instigate some movement.

Right! Staring him squarely in his sleepy eyes, I slowly and carefully rise from his hips, bracing myself up for a few seconds, teasing and watching his face blaze for friction. Then slowly, I lower myself back down with equal precision, forcing myself down, grinding as far as possible. It sends him into a tailspin.

He throws his head back, moaning so loud it echoes around the bedroom. I smile to myself. This is my opportunity to regain the power and I'm going to make the most of it.

'Again?' I ask confidently. I'm going to love this.

'Fuck, yes!' he pants.

'Mind your language, please.' I taunt him as I slowly rise again, falling with complete precision, grinding myself against him. I repeat the tortuous move again and again, watching as he crumbles beneath me.

His hands shoot up to cup my pecs, his thumbs working small circles around my tight nipples. I rise again, pausing at my peak. His eyes are skipping, his mouth parted. I'm struggling to keep control above him.

'Down?' I tease.

'Oh God, yes.'

I descend again, seeing his face distort, clear evidence of his suffering. He won't endure this for much longer. I can see the strain carved in his tense jaw and creased forehead. I'm not going to be able to endure this for long. I'm on the crest of release, and I need him to be there when I fall.

I lift myself up, watching as he expects me to slowly lower myself. I don't. Instead, I knock the wind right out of him and crash down, completely impaling myself on him. I grind down hard.

'Jesus fucking Christ!' he roars, sweat instantly breaking out across his brow. I roll my hips, ensuring optimum penetration, forcing myself down onto him. Yes, you'll beg. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck. Louis, I'm going to come!'

'Wait.' I demand.

His eyes snap open in shock, desperation filling them. I roll again, watching as he squeezes his eyes shut, his frown line the deepest I've ever seen it. This is taking everything out of him. I just need one more...

'Louis, I can't.' he pleads.

'Shit! Wait.'

'Watch your mouth!' he yells, his eyes still closed in concentration. It's killing him.