Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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A whirl of different memories flushes my mind as my eyes flutter open and I shuffle around in bed.
Harlow's bed, to be specific.
This is where we ended up last night. After Harlow and I were finished - which is what I thought - she insisted we left the game room and pulled me along to her room, where we continued for the rest of the night. I don't have a single clue about what time I fell asleep last night, but I could have sworn I saw the sunrise as I drifted asleep.
Though I made it clear that last night was all about Harlow; she decided that also included pleasuring me until I forgot my own name. Last night was just... perfect.
And I'm so glad I'm not the only one to think so. Harlow enjoyed last night too, which is a huge surprise because I had no idea whether she would like it. I was expecting her to hate the idea, and I was almost prepared to drop everything and eat her cake all alone whilst crying in my room - but luckily there was no need for that.
She showed me just how much she liked last night afterwards, and God that felt so good.
I suppress a small smile at the thought when I move around in Harlow's bed to try and get comfortable. I roll over to the side, ruffling up the sheets a little, when my eyes land on Harlow, right there beside me under the covers. The duvet we share is draped over her lower back, the only thing caring to cover her pretty tan skin. She's led on her stomach, arms acting as a headrest on the pillow, meaning her back is fully on show for me. Her somber brown waves scatter along her back and her silk pillow, lustrous as ever, even after an eventful night.
I let my eyes dip to her back, peppered with enticing, dark tattoos. I've realised them before, but I don't think I've ever looked closely into them. They take up almost all the space on her skin, entangling so beautifully it seems they're never-ending. I scoot a little bit closer towards Harlow so that there are only inches parting us, and I have a closer insight into all the ink scattering her back.
The first thing catching my eye is the large, defined, snake scaling up the thoracic spine of her back. It takes up quite a lot of space across her back, and it's definitely one of the main tattoos she owns. I spot a small butterfly on her lower back, looking as though it's been directly stuck onto her skin with all the barely noticeable detail. My eyes skim down to the next tattoo that stands out. A black rose dented into the left side of her torso. It's super pretty, and so detailed, which most of the tattoos seem to be. They all look so perfectly drawn.
The rest of her back is wrapped in endless vines, flowers I can't name confidently, and smaller tattoos that don't stand out as well as the others.
But nevertheless, her body is a graceful canvas. Like no other.
I notice her back isn't the only place her skin has been designed so beautifully. The tattoos continue along her left arm, vines entangling her bicep, abstract shapes and delicate swirls swaying down her arm. I can't make out all of the tattoos properly, since her hair is all messed up and scattered around her arm, but I imagine them just as pretty as the rest.
