With a low moan, Harlow lifted her hips to pull Reid's cock in deeper. It was the perfect transition and she wrapped her legs around him to keep him close. Hands sliding down his bare back, Harlow took a moment to enjoy the fuller sensation until her body craved more. It didn't matter that she'd had an orgasm already. She was nowhere near done. Aware that Reid would wait until she was ready, Harlow turned her face to catch his mouth in a kiss, slowly rocking her hips to get him moving as well.
Gods, he felt like he could just stay right there all night, buried inside of her, and be content. Reid knew that realistically that probably wouldn’t work out, his body would get too impatient, but just being locked in with Harlow like this felt incredible. The way she moved her hips sent a shiver up his spine, and he started moving with her more out of instinct than conscious decision. Reid kissed her deep and slow, and started thrusting the same way, relishing the way her body gripped his cock. He made a soft sound against her mouth as pleasure curled in his gut, and his hips gradually picked up speed.
Harlow kept her legs wrapped around Reid, her tongue exploring the recesses of his mouth while she still had the breath to do so. She always adored having his weight on top of her. It was one of the only ways she was willing to be submissive to him. Every now and then, Harlow figured it was okay to let go of some of the power, at least temporarily. Biting at his lower lip, Harlow groaned and drew her fingernails up Reid's back, letting the more carnal side of herself start to take control. It was impossible to resist, after hearing him talk about Shayna Mae, after remembering how he talked to the fortune teller. Reid was coming into his own and it was as arousing as it was impressive.
Even when he was on top, Reid never truly felt like he dominated Harlow. Nor did he really have any desire to. So many of the messages he’d been fed about sex growing up had to do with the male always being in control and sexually aggressive, and it had just never jived with how Reid felt inside. He loved belonging to Harlow, loved that she seemed to cherish him like someone special, loved that he trusted her and knew she would take care of a lot of things for him. She was powerful and gorgeous. It was so sexy to be able to just let go around her and be honest about what he liked and know she didn’t think he was any less of a man for it. He wanted to be hers to enjoy as she saw fit. The scratches drew a whimper out of him, gooseflesh texturing his skin in their wake, and Reid’s thrusts got harder, hungrier. “I love you,” he panted against Harlow’s lips.
Harlow flicked her tongue against the bottom of Reid's lip, her fingertips pressed firmly into his flesh. From the moment she decided Reid belonged to her, she knew she would do whatever it was he needed. He would fade without her in his life and they both knew it. Harlow was bringing him back from the edge and they couldn't stop now. Not until they had righted Shayna Mae's wrongs. And then, well, who the hell knew what lay ahead. Harlow made plans when necessary, but she was looking forward to getting back home and taking things day to day. "I love you," she murmured, rocking her hips up to meet every thrust. "You belong to me." They both knew it but it felt good to remind him sometimes, especially when he was fucking her.
She wasn’t just pulling Reid back from the edge, she was bringing him back to life. Besides perhaps some bright times during his childhood, Reid had never felt so alive as he did with Harlow. His cock gave an extra-sweet throb at her words and he moaned out an affirmative sound, pushing in slow and deep for a few thrusts as he kissed her like a starving man. His balls were feeling tight and demanding now, but he had gotten a lot of practice now holding back to please his goddess. “M’yours,” he mumbled unnecessarily. It just felt good to say it, to let Harlow know that he knew too, with every fiber of his being. “Is this good?” he whispered, his lips brushing hers. “Do you want to move?”