The shower calms Harriet, and she takes her time exfoliating and shaving, the bathroom fogged with steam as she dries her hair, fingers pruning as she moisturises her legs. When she finally steps into the bedroom, cheeks flushed, Ty's half-naked figure snaps to attention. "Were you… falling asleep?"
"Sorry, you were in there forever. Thought maybe you had fallen asleep." He pats the other side of the bed. "Felt like I should have brought some lingerie to slip into. But this is the best I've got."
Harriet closes the light and curls up in Tyrone's arms. "This is only my second-best lingerie. Just in case you feel like tearing it off my body."
"Are you kidding? With how much these things cost?" Their laughter slowly dissolves into kisses, Ty's forefinger brushing the strap off Harriet's shoulder, her thighs pulling him flush to her body. His movements are more hesitant than in Japan, delicate touches brushing past the curve of her breast, the dip in her hip, the faint blonde hairs lining the outside of her thighs. When his fingers finally find their way to the lace of Harriet's panties—"I think that's your phone."
Harriet shakes off her lust-induced haze and fumbles for her phone on the nightstand. It's from Harper. She denies the call and sets her phone to silent mode.
"Spam call?" Ty pulls Harriet back onto him.
"My sister. But she needs to learn not to rely on me for everything. Besides, between my parents and our brothers, she has plenty of options." She sinks onto Ty's lap, pulling his hands to her chest as she undoes the laces on her bustier. "Now, where were we?" Harper's call is quickly forgotten, washed away by Ty's tongue flitting across Harriet's nipples, her wetness gyrating against his—"Am I crazy, or are you not hard?"
"What?" Ty pulls back, eyes wide.
"I know you're not a teenage boy, but you were definitely hard when we made out in Japan. Everything good?"
"Yeah, yeah, I just need…" He sighs and sinks back into the bed. "No, I don't want to lie to you. I'm nervous as fuck, Hattie."
"What? You?! But you're the one who wanted to make a big thing out of this!"
"I know! But now I'm all in my head because of it. And… I don't want to disappoint you. Especially not after making this into a big ordeal. And I know you have expectations."
"Oh, come on, you've seen the website. The ratings. And I know you've looked forward to this for a while."
Harriet laughs. "First of all, not all of the ratings are great, Tyrone. And most importantly, I didn't look forward to this because you're some kind of stud. I looked forward to this because I love you. And because you're hot, frankly."
He sighs, burying his head in Harriet's ample chest. "Sorry. You're right. I'm just feeling self-conscious, and I'm self-conscious about feeling self-conscious. It's not like me."
"Yeah, normally you're cocky and sure of yourself. So stop moping. Should we get some Viagra for your old man dick?"
He sputters out a laugh, his heavy brows casting his eyes in shadow. "You know, Harriet, I'm more than just a penis. I have two hands and a tongue, to start…"
"Well then use your tongue for something other than talking, Ty."
He obliges, the room heavy with the sudden quiet, pressing slow kisses against Harriet's neck before flipping her onto her back. "I want you to relax. Can you do that for me?"
Harriet's smile stiffens as Ty caresses her thigh, his culinary-roughened thumb urging her legs apart, her panties pulled down to her knees. She manages a nod, fighting back a whimper as he traces his tongue around her hardened nipple, his gentle rhythm teasing her with every brush.
"When you touch yourself, do you think about me?" His lips are against her jaw now, and she nods jerkily. "Where do you prefer to touch yourself? Here?" He grazes the outside of her slicken labia. "Or maybe here?" He presses his fingers against the sides of her hood, smiling when Harriet responds with another unrestrained moan. "Or even here?" He slides a finger inside of her, curling it until she reaches out to grab him.
"Here…" She manages, directing his hand to her clit.
"Good." He tucks a curl behind her ear and kisses her, hard. "Tell me what you want, Harriet." He presses his palm into her pelvis while slowly massaging her clit, letting it slip between his fingers as she grinds against his hand with increasing vigour.
This is nothing like it was with Pierce. Nothing like the handsie she gave him in the closet that one time, nothing like the ten seconds of finger jackhammering he attempted before she called it quits.
Ty pulls back suddenly, leaving a yawning chill.
"Don't stop," Harriet urges, clinging to Ty's hand.
"Wasn't sure if you wanted to continue. You looked a little distracted." The trademark smirk.
"Then you'll have to work harder to keep me focussed." Dropping his hand, she directs his head down to her centre of pleasure instead. Fuck. She might just write her own five star review for his website.
