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At the conclusion of this most enjoyable dinner, the crew says goodnight and then bids a hasty retreat from the cottage, leaving you and Harrison alone at the table with the last of your coffees sitting unfinished, unnoticed, and now stone-cold before you.
Without preamble, Harrison leans toward you and kisses you softly. “Time for bed, my love,” he whispers.
He walks beside you up the stairs this time, his arm encircling your waist, anticipation filling his face.
Then… as soon as you are both in the bedroom and the door is closed… every stitch of clothing the two of you have on is all but ripped off by the other amidst a Morse-code-like barrage of kisses, murmurs, and gasps.
Harrison makes short work of your yellow dress, whipping the zipper down, then pulling the garment straight to the floor where it is left to pool about your feet.
You return the gesture by deftly unbuttoning and removing his silk shirt, placing your mouth a bare millimeter from the hair on his chest, then blowing a hot and heavy breath across it.
Harrison lays claim to your breasts by reaching behind you with a single hand and, with well-practiced skill, unhooks it and flings it across the room. Meanwhile, his other hand is cupping your feminine mound through your panties. Finally, with your breasts now bared, he pushes his head between them and turns from side to side, experiencing their softness in this most titillating manner. You throw your head back toward the high, elegantly rustic ceiling as your nipples spring forward. Oh, God, the grazing of his hair and skin against their sensitive tips is a thrill of a whole new kind.
And Harrison seems to know just how much grazing suits you best.