ORION.
We didn't waste time outside after getting back from the airport and as we burst through my penthouse door and into my bedroom, I couldn't help but tease Harro as he started ripping my clothes off, "A bit eager, aren't we?" Harro's response was to ravish me, as he continued ripping off my clothes like they were on fire, all while maintaining a scorching kiss that left me breathless.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Says the same person who kissed me at the airport like his life depended on it," he retorted, making me laugh so hard that my sides hurt. The last piece of my clothing came undone, and I felt a thrill of excitement.
"Plus, I don't see you complaining about what I'm about to do to you." Harro added, pushing me down onto the bed with a low thud that made me chuckle. I looked up at him, my eyes locked on his.
"Pointing fingers, are we? Someone's petty side is definitely out to play," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
Harro discarded his clothes in a flash, climbing onto the bed to straddle me with a cheeky grin. "I hope this isn't your idea of dirty sex talk, babe?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and I laughed, trying to act innocent.
"How can it be when we're not even having sex." I said, pretending confusion, and Harro shook his head fondly, a smile spreading across his face.
"And we won't if you keep that attitude up," he threatened, his voice low and husky, making me shiver.
I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, and pulled his head down, smashing our lips together in a kiss that left us both breathless. I felt Harro shiver, his body melting into mine as he sighed in content, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss.
As our lips finally parted after a passionate kiss, I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, "I missed you so much!" Harro's eyes burned with intensity as he connected our lips again, like a starving man devouring his last meal. He pulled away, breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion.
"I missed you so much, I thought I was going to lose my mind," he admitted, his gaze piercing mine, his voice laced with desperation. My heart ached at the raw emotion in his eyes. "I still miss you, even though I'm looking at you right now," he whispered, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "Don't ever leave me again."
His words were like a plea, a promise, and a prayer all rolled into one. I felt my heart swell with emotion as he ran his hand through my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into his caress, promising myself that I would never leave him like that again.
Our lips met again, and we were lost in a world of our own, our kiss deepening into a passionate, all-consuming flame. I missed him too much to ever want to be apart from him like that again. We'd have to find a better way to balance our schedules, our work, and our love.
Just as I was getting lost in the moment, Harro asked, his voice husky with desire, "Don't tell me you're spacing out on me right now?" I chuckled, returning his kiss with equal passion. "I wouldn't dream of it," I vowed, meaning every word.
Harro's smile was one of satisfaction, of relief, and of love. Our desire for each other, pent-up from our time apart, took over, and we were ravaging each other like wild beasts, our love consuming us whole.
As we made love, I found myself utterly captivated by my boyfriend's beautiful body. Each freckle seemed like a tiny star, perfectly placed, adding to his unique charm. His skin, so smooth and fair, sparkled softly in the dim light, it'll evoke envy even in the most radiant woman.
What I adored most was how our bodies fit together, seamlessly intertwined as if designed for one another. When Harro smiled up at me, his eyes sparkling with warmth as we reached that blissful peak, it filled my heart with joy. I gently kissed the top of his head, feeling grateful for being back to where I belong.
Afterward, I sank into the softness of the bed beside him, and he nestled his head against my chest, seeking comfort in my embrace. I wrapped my arms around him, cherishing the warmth and closeness between us, delighting in the sweet tranquility of our restored connection.
As we snuggled and whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears, our conversation flowing effortlessly, Harro suddenly pounced on me again. I couldn't help but wonder if he was unsatisfied with our lovemaking. He brought his lips to my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine, and whispered, "Should we take a quick shower?"
I chuckled, and Harro smiled knowingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What, that's not what you were expecting?" he teased, his voice low and husky. I knew he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I wasn't expecting anything," I said, flipping us over so he was on his back on the bed, I kissed him deeply before climbing off, walking towards the bathroom, and i heard his footsteps behind me, accompanied by his infectious laughter. "I knew you were expecting something," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.
But I was more focused on the sound of his laughter, a simple yet profound thing that I had missed terribly. It was crazy and special to me, a reminder of how much in love with him I was. I knew I was right about deciding to go public about our relationship. We needed to discuss it first, but I was ready to take that step now.