Giving Her Host The Most update

Karrin frowned, wondering why Harry was acting so distant, so remote, when she knew he cared for her. But then she reminded herself that this was the pattern with him.

Outwardly he was easy-going, straightforward, everything worn on his sleeve. But it was all cover for what he really felt. His sullenness, his compassion, his love.

Once, when he’d felt boxed in, he would grow bitterly sarcastic, raging in his own way against the injustices of the world. Now, though, he held his cards close to his chest. His actions were slow, patient, and unstoppable.

Karrin sighed, wondering if his relations with other people had to be the same way.

She moved in front of him, standing between his widespread legs. “Look at me, Harry.”

Harry didn’t respond, looking at his book as if it were far more fascinating than her. Karrin tapped her foot against the grass.

“Don’t pretend you have nothing to say to me. I know you. You must have a million things to say to me.”

Disgruntledly, Harry looked up from his book and let his eyes travel over her curvy body, stopping only at her outthrust breasts and the flow of her hip, both shown off with abandon by her skintight clothing.

Karrin saw the glint of lust in his eye and smiled, knowing that she’d gotten to him. But still Harry didn’t move toward her. Karrin felt more determined than ever to have him.

She moved closer, stopping only an inch from his groin. Saw his nostrils flared and knew that he could smell her perfume, perhaps the smell of her arousal under it.

Suddenly Harry stood, careful to avoid brushing against Karrin. He towered over her and when he looked down, Karrin knew he could see into the half-buttoned neck of her blouse, see the swell of her breasts almost as explicitly as if she were naked.

Karrin looked down herself, taking in the bulge in his pants. Then she looked him in the eye.

“I’m tired of dancing around this. I want you, Harry. I don’t care who else there is. I don’t care what you’re doing with Molly or Mab or any of them. I’m getting what I want.”

Harry looked away. A blush crept up his neck until it was reddening his face.

“Goddamn! I’ve actually managed to embarrass the Grand Wizard of the Super Council of the Elf Lords!” Karrin giggled.

“Okay, that makes me sound like I set crosses on fire,” Harry said, still avoiding her hungry gaze.

“Oh, give it up, Harry!” Karrin cried, starting to vent some of the tension she felt. “I know something happened with you and Molly. Something must’ve happened by now. And now you’re all embarrassed about doing it with me even though you’ve wanted it since forever. I’m right, aren’t I? You think I’m some innocent you can’t be with unless you’re chaste and pure. Well, I know you’re not that. I’m not either. I’m too damn tough to get a bruise from your wandering eye.”

She reached out and trailed the pads of her fingers along Harry’s bare arm. She saw him shudder.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Harry said huskily.

“Oh yes I do.” Karrin smiled wickedly. “Come on, admit it. You still want me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Harry said, swallowing hard. “Who doesn’t want you? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, Harry,” Karrin said, sighing deeply. “I don’t want to hear anything from you. I want you to do something.”

She took him by the hand and led him to the shade of a tree, where the darkness offered an illusion of privacy. She lay down on the grass and pulled Harry down with her.

Harry didn’t look indifferent anymore. He stared at her, openly leering at her luscious body.

“Tell me one of your fantasies, Dresden,” she purred, enjoying the way he ogled her proud breasts and their hard nipples, poking lewdly through her sheer blouse. “I know Lash used to tempt you… dream up scenarios straight from your subconscious that she would make real if you played along. What was it with me? Because I know she must’ve offered you the chance to get with me.”

Harry smiled, feeling a kind of relief in not having to watch his mouth around Karrin. In fact, she wanted him to spill his thoughts; the dirtier the better. “Well, you’re so short, you’re practically down there all the time anyway… I have always wondered what kind of blowjob you’d give me.”