The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

【You are fast asleep, I heard your breathing, touched your body, felt myself so close to you, I cried happily in the dark. — Stefan Zweig]

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Harry Osborn closed his eyes and felt her breath on his face. At this moment, Harry seemed to hear his soul screaming 'Kiss me!kiss me! '

He could still smell the YSL opium fragrance on Erica, which was sexy and almost aphrodisiac. Then, she put her fingers into his hair and stroked it with her fingertips. Harry thought he was waiting for her to kiss his. Time, as long as seconds seem like years.

So he tried to win Erica's initiative, holding her slender waist with both hands, pushing her body close to him, making Erica almost kneel on him.

And Harry Osborn could no longer restrain himself, as if putting all his life's blaze into this moment, and kissed her almost in faith.

Erica soon discovered that there was a huge gap between Harry Osborn's kiss and his exquisite and indifferent appearance. Not only was it full of aggression, but it was even more fanatical and blazing, as if it could ignite everything, making it suffocating.

But perhaps due to inexperience, he only moved on her lips, Erica decided to take back her initiative——

She straddled the young man and kissed Harry's lips, stained with some of her lipstick, and then she bit his lower lip, pushing the tip of her tongue against his teeth, teaching him how to kiss deeply.

Harry Osborn felt a 'boom' in the head, and all his rationality was instantly burned out. At this moment, he could only think that she might win a world-class 'Kissing Medal'.

And when the passionate kiss finally ended, Harry could even hear a 'pop' when the two lips parted, and Erica's breathing had become messy, even a little obsessed, and he repeated the confirmation question to him, "Are you sure you Are you really an adult?"

When she got a definite answer, the location of the two had changed from the sofa in front of the bay view French windows to the [-]-inch wide California king bed.

Erica is certainly not a devout Christian or Mormon believer, and her attitude towards Sex is similar to that of most Americans.

The mattress sagged under the weight of the two of them, and Harry's body wasn't overly muscular, but just the right amount of solid, muscular young man.

And at this moment, the sexy beauty under his body may make him the envy of men all over the world. Her blond hair is messy, her eyes are blurred, and her red lips are kissed by him repeatedly. That kind of glamor and boundless enthusiasm makes Harry want nothing but love. I want to possess her heavily and thoroughly.

He has no experience with anyone else, and Harry tries to use his "superior intelligence" on her.

As for Erica, Harry remembered that in the filming of "Instinct" she had just finished filming, the character she played was called "the world's number one sex master" by the men and women who had sex with her. Customized, Harry thought.

All night, Harry Osborn didn't take his eyes off Erica, worried that he was like the strange woman in Stefan Zweig's novel, and even if he spent a night with her, he would not be able to stay in her memory. trace.

He was even worried that she would leave without saying goodbye while he was asleep.

But at this moment, it seems that all worries are nothing compared to her sleeping in his arms——

You fell asleep, I heard your breathing, touched your body, felt myself so close to you, I cried in the dark with happiness.

When the warm slender golden light from California poured into the room, Erica woke up much later than usual. Apart from the influence of the hangover, the intimacy beyond her expectation was obviously the main reason.

After recovering from her drunken impulsiveness and willful behavior, Erica looked at Harry Osborn lying next to her, eyes closed as if he was still asleep, and thought she might be in big trouble.

Erica looked at him quietly for a while, and under her gaze, Harry opened his eyes at this moment, staring at her with blue eyes, and there was no sleepiness in his voice, "I thought you would leave without saying goodbye the first time. "

"I'm about to do that." Taking a look at his dark circles, Erica wrapped herself in the sheet and was about to sit up in bed.

But in the next second, Harry's arms wrapped around her waist and abdomen, and with a little force, he hugged Erica into his arms again, with undisguised gratitude in his voice, whispering in her ear, "You Did not leave."

Sure enough, big trouble, Erica thought.She cleared her throat. "We need to talk."

Harry Osborn seemed to know exactly what she wanted to say, and he said it directly for her, "You don't think you need to be responsible to each other for what happened last night, and you don't want to establish a relationship with me for this."

In the American dating culture, the establishment of a serious emotional relationship has always been very rigorous, and it takes a long time to achieve it.

For Erica, before last night, Harry Osborn's relationship with her was not even a date.

There was Harry's low voice, and Erica expressed her acquiescence to this, while Harry was hugging her even tighter, and then retreated and said, "From now on, can I be your date?"

Erica thought it would be a little too much for her to be hesitant, "If you wish."

Harry Osborn didn't seem to care about Erica's enthusiastic attitude at this time, which was completely inferior to last night. He seemed to be able to play with ease between being aggressive and flattering.

For example, at this moment, Harry gently kissed Erica who was about to fall asleep again due to exhaustion. He was clearly humbled before, but now he began to push forward again, "The new semester starts next week, can we date in the college?"

Erica still closed her eyes, subconsciously frowned, "I don't want to be in the news during the first date, and everyone knows about it."

"That's why we can't do it when we're dating." Young Master Osborne's expression was a little gloomy, but his voice was very gentle and persuasive. "What if the relationship is stable?"

She was still a little dizzy after a hangover, and said in a low voice, "We'll talk about it then..."

Harry Osborn looked at the blond beauty who was sleeping peacefully, his expression was no longer concealed of possessiveness and extreme paranoia, and the traces of his facial muscles looked serious and aggressive.

His slender and pale fingers touched her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then her lips, and then moved down her neck, reaching her heart, as if she could feel blood pulsating under her skin.

"Sooner or later I'll make it known," Harry said.