Free Faster Hotter by Colleen Masters, Hearts Collective Page B

sore they’ve grown. But his firm, purposeful caress feels so good. Harrison’s mouth lowers toward my chest, and he looks up at me as he takes my nipple between his lips.
    “Christ—” I gasp, my head falling back between my shoulders.
    “I’ve missed touching you so much,” he growls, raking his hands down along my waist.
    “It’s only been a week,” I laugh.
    “I know. It’s been torture,” he says, ripping the black tee from his torso. My hands fly to the sculpted expanse of his chest and shoulders. I want to memorize every perfect inch of him—spend the rest of my life getting to know this wonderful person.
    “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” he tells me, popping open the button of my jeans, “Thinking about Dallas...That last day we had together. I love how adventurous you are, Siena. I love everything about you...”
    I slip out of my jeans, kicking them away so that only my panties remain to clothe my trembling body.
    “I love you too, baby,” I breathe, “I want to do everything with you. Try everything.”
    “And we will,” he grins, hoisting me up onto the counter. I gasp as I land on the cool surface, my arms circling his shoulders. He rips open the buckle of his belt and steps out of his dark blue jeans. My hands fly to him, sliding his briefs down over his perfectly sculpted ass. He tugs at my panties, slipping them down my thighs as I sit perched before him.
    “Oh my god...” he groans, as I wrap my hands around his throbbing cock.
    “I’ve missed the feel of you too,” I whisper, working both hands down along his shaft, “I love how you get even harder the second I touch you—”
    My words trail off suddenly as Harrison brings his hand to my ready sex. He trails his fingertips along my length of my slit, teasing me.
    “And I love feeling what I do to you,” he returns, feeling me grow wetter by the second at his touch.
    I steady myself against the counter, letting my knees fall open as I stroke his staggering member. My back arches as Harrison lays his fingers against my clit, kneading and rubbing with unmatched precision. Rolling, overwhelming sensation starts to build in my core as we push each other to our edges. I tighten my fingers around his tremendous length, closing my eyes as he sends me barreling toward bliss at two hundred miles per hour.
    “Harrison—” I gasp, “I’m...I’m gonna...”
    “Come,” he growls, bearing down on my hard, thrumming clit.
    I grab onto the edge of the counter with both hands as my body is flooding with warm, unnamable sensation. Reeling with the surge of bliss, I buck my hips toward Harrison, every worry and care forgotten. The orgasm overtakes me, washes over me like a heavy rain as Harrison’s strong arms hold me up. I blink up at him, my chest heaving with the power of my pleasure. A satisfied smile plays across his lips.
    “Nothing turns me on more than seeing you like that,” he says, running his hands down my back.
    “Then what are you waiting for?” I pant, “Come here...”
    He steps to me, and I accept him eagerly, wrapping my long legs around his body. I feel the tip of him against my quivering sex, moan throatily as he presses himself so deeply inside of me that I’m like to tear in two.
    “Is it too much?” he asks, smoothing the hair from my face.
    “God no,” I breathe, grabbing hold of his toned ass and pulling him deeper.
    He groans as he sinks further into me, his eyes closing in ecstasy. I can feel every inch of him, parting me, filling me. He draws back and pushes into me again, and I meet him at every pass. We move fervidly together as I rock against the countertop, his thrust coming harder and faster with every second. Our panting, elated voices rise up together as we race ahead toward the peak of sensation, bursting over the edge as one. I clutch his shoulders as we come, a warm surge flowing into me, coating the very depths of me with him.
    A little chuckle escapes my lips as I glance at our