“It’s okay. I can wait.” She gave a firm nod. “I’m a very patient person.”
Jane swiped both cheeks with the backs of her hands and made a feeble attempt pull herself together enough to keep going. “It might take me a long time.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Harper answered her with such quick assurance it was difficult to doubt her intentions. “I’m here and I’ll always be here no matter how much pushing and shoving you feel you need to do. I’m not sure how things are going to end up, you and I might just be really amazing friends but I can promise you that my heart is yours.”
This was the grand gesture she’d been waiting for all her life, the problem was that she didn’t know it. “You can’t do this,” she stammered, suddenly the room felt small and cramped. It was as if all the air was being sucked out of the room and now everything was stifling and cloying and the walls threatened to cave in around her. “People don’t do this.”
“Why not?” Harper took a step closer and paused when Jane held out her hand for her to stop.
“I lied to you,” she reminded her. "I’m the one who’s supposed to be begging for your forgiveness.”
Harper’s face softened and she smiled. “You could do that or you could kiss me.”
18.
Harper knew she was taking a chance that might backfire but she had to try. She needed a new line of communication, Jane was starting to panic and panic led to shutting down, so she was willing to do whatever it took.
“Do you hear me?” she asked.
“What?” Jane looked up, and winced as though she were in pain.
“You need to kiss me.”
Something in Jane’s face changed, her body seemed to shift as if the inner mechanisms inside spine began turning. She crossed the empty space between them in long-limbed strides, her fear appearing to slip away as she got closer.
Jane took Harper’s face in her hands and stared at her for a long moment before pressing her forehead to Harper’s and closing her eyes.
“Jane.” Her name was becoming a sort of talisman for Harper, a precious totem to hold on to when she was unsure of the world around her.
“You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in my life,” Jane whispered. “I look at you and I feel so much happiness that it makes me want to run away. All I want to do is love you back but I’m not sure I know how.”
“Kiss me,” Harper told her again. “If you kiss me everything will be alright. We can start all over and make it better.”
“Are you sure?”
“Not really.” Harper’s laughter was gentle and her words were honest. “But I’d like to hope.”
Jane watched her carefully before sliding her hands down Harper’s neck, past her breasts and along the length of her torso. With eager fingers she traced the gentle curve of Harper’s ribs until she found the edge of her shirt.
“I’m not ready to kiss you,” she murmured as she gave the soft, worn oxford a pull and untucked it from her jeans.
Harper lowered her gaze to watch Jane’s hands when they found the first button that held her shirt together. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping as she watched Jane slip the first button through the tiny hole before moving into the next one up.
“You’re going to have to tell me when to stop,” she said as she reached the button that fell between Harper’s breasts, her finger’s toying along the seam while the backs of her knuckles grazed Harper’s sensitive skin. Harper couldn’t move and she couldn’t speak. She was worried that either of those actions would slow the progress of Jane’s hands.
“Are you okay with this?” Jane stared into her eyes while she worked to free the button.
After that there was only one left.
One tiny button.
“Yes,” Harper stuttered.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Harper didn’t want to speak. She’s suddenly grown accustomed to the sound of her own racing breath intermixed with Jane’s cautious questioning so she just shook her head.
Jane smiled, her eyes fixed on Harper’s face while her fingers slid over the last button with ease. She hesitated, darkness passing over her eyes before she slid her hands under the collar of the shirt and guided the fabric over her shoulders and down her arms with gentle care.
To her surprise Jane brought her mouth to Harper’s, giving her a soft kiss before sinking to her knees. Harper’s entire body shook as Jane’s hands moved to the front of her jeans and worked the belt buckle. Jane smiled up at her for a second before she slid the jeans down her legs, holding Harper steady so she could step out of them.
When she was free, Jane reached up, both hands wrapping around Harpers hips, and guided her back to the bed and sitting her on the edge. She slipped both hands between Harper’s knees, opening them just enough to fir her own body between Harper’s thighs.
“Yes?” She asked in a low questioning whisper as she slid her hands along the front of her thighs.
“Yes.” The word caught in her throat as she tried to speak. “Please.”
Harper held her breath as ran her hands up her legs, her thumbs meeting at the tops of her thighs while she splayed her fingers along the top edge of her panties.
Harper was nearly naked and wet and waiting for Jane to make the next move.
Jane reached out to undo the front clasp of Harper’s bra. She felt a momentary rush of anxiety at how small her breasts were, but it faded away when she saw the look of lust in Jane’s eyes the instant the bra slipped off her shoulders. Jane kissed her again, this time teasing her mouth open and darting the tip of her tongue along Harper’s lips while she caressed both breasts until her nipples tightened into pearled points that ached for Jane’s mouth.
She arched her back and Jane broke the kiss to lower her mouth to Harper’s breasts. A deep groan of pleasure escape her as Jane sucked and licked each nipple while her hand slipped between Harper’s thighs to stroke her dampened panties.
Jane sighed, moving away so she could slip both hands under Harper’s ass and take off her panties and quickly spreading her legs apart again.
She looked up at Harper as though she wanted to say something but only smiled and turned her gaze to Harper’s pussy.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait a little long?” She asked, her voice heavy with lust.
“No,” Harper panted. “No more waiting.”
With a wicked glint in her eyes she slid a hand over the top of her thighs while she caressed Harper’s nipples with the other. Jane took her time, slowly moving her fingers until they met the soft dark curls of Harper’s cunt.
Harper felt a familiar jolt as Jane stroked the sensitive outer lips, taking her time to ease her way past the tender seam of Harper’s core. Once there shr teased Harper’s sensitive clit with the pad of her index finger.
Jane licked her lips and smiled as she moved her other hand down to spread Harper’s pussy open so she could pull back the soft hood of her clit and tease the small bud with her juice dampened fingers.
Reflexively Harper moved into Jane’s hand, spreading her legs apart with a deep moan of pleasure. Jane quickened the movement of her fingers, drawing fast, small circles around her clit until Harper’s thighs quivered. It was then that Jane lowered her head and pressed her lips to Harper’s swollen, aching bud. She inhaled at the electric feel of contact but wasn’t prepared for Jane’s hot mouth as she slipped her tongue into Harpers wet slit, fucking her tight hole while she teased her hardened core with fast, expert fingers.
“Yes,” Harper whispered as she stomach tightened and familiar sensation of heaviness invaded her pelvis. Jane shifted, tightened her grip on Harper’s hips and closed her mouth over her aching clit.
She alternated her movements, sucking and then licking back and forth until Harper felt as if her body was on the verge of exploding and then Jane was fix her eyes on her face and pull her mouth back down to tongue fuck her until Harper teetered on the edge of her orgasm.
She reached sat up and reached down Jane’s back, gathering handfuls of her shirt and pulling it up over her shoulders. With deep groan, Jane moved her mouth away from Harper’s cunt so she could get the shirt over her head.
Harper slid to the edge of the bed and tugged at Jane’s shorts until they slid past over her hips. She grinned as her eyes fell on Jane’s smooth, naked pussy.
“The carpet doesn’t match the drapes,” Jane laughed. “This way I don’t have to explain anything.”
Harper pulled Jane down into her lap and kissed her hard before she shifted her weight and lowered Jane onto her back. Sliding down her body, Harper traced the line of Jane’s jaw with her mouth, licking and nipping at the tender skin while her hand closed over one breast. She rolled Jane’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger while she ran her tongue over her other nipple. Harped switched sides, sucking and licking one breast then the other until Jane whimpered with pleasure.
Harper sat back, she ran her hands up Jane’s pale thighs, remembering how the first right of Jane’s legs made her skin burn. Now she had those beautiful long legs under her touch and she wanted to feel them quiver around her neck. She smiled as she pressed against the inside of Jane’s thighs, spreading them wide while Jane’s breath caught in her chest.
Harper settled herself, she traced the tender cleft of Jane’s pussy with her hand, teasing at the sensitive skin with her fingernails and dipping a finger to play along the wet seam. Jane groaned with each taunting pass of Harper’s hand, her hips rising to meet the touch.
Harper smiled she glided her middle finger into Jane’s folds, she was wet and hot and gasped with pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she groaned and Harper readily complied by sliding her finger deep into her moist channel. She added a second finger when Jane opened her legs for more. “Oh, god.” Jane pressed her head into the pillow and moaned.
Harper rewarded her with a third finger while she spread the lips of Jane’s pussy apart with her other hand and slid her fingers down until the juncture of her index and middle fingers rubbed against the hood of Jane’s clit and the walls of her slit tightened. Harper rubbed harder, back and forth while she slid her fingers in and out, fucking her slowly.
“Shit,” Jane groaned, her hands curling into tight fists at her side. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
Harper moved forward, she pressed her mouth the naked skin of Jane’s mound, kissing her sweet skin before lowering her mouth to lick along the soft inner lips of her pussy, tasting every inch of her sweetness before seeking out her sensitive core. She flicked her tongue back and forth, making fast circles until Jane’s thighs began to shake and her cunt contracted around her slippery fingers.
Harper fucked her harder as Jane spread her legs further apart, her breath was heavy as she gasped for air.
Jane dug her fingernails into Harper’s scalp and held her still while her hips bucked wildly as her body tightened and released in a deep orgasm. Harper rode the waves of Jane’s pleasure, meeting every motion, licking and sucking until her body calmed and relaxed until Jane reached down and pulled Harper up to her waiting mouth, kissing her wildly before settling them both back down on the bed.
“What are you doing?” Harper let out a throaty laugh as Jane rolled onto her side and slid her hand down Harper’s stomach.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” she whispered in Harper’s ear when her fingers found their mark. “I want to watch you one more time.”
*****
Jane didn’t want to open her eyes. She was warm and comfortable snuggled up in Harper’s arms. It didn’t matter to her what time of day it was or what meal was being served down in the restaurant or which TV show she’d missed. She’d stumbled onto something better than food or shows. Hell, being with Harper was better than keeping track of time. Jane opened her eyes, there was daylight where the edge of the curtain met the wall and all she could think about was that maybe they should spend one more day just like this, tethered to the bed and to one another before they ventured out into the world
She shifted an inch and Harper responded, her arms tightening reflexively. In this bed Jane was Harper’s willing captive and would remain that way until they decided to change locations.
In her heart she hated the idea of leaving the hotel and going back to her real life, so she decided to keep the promise of a drive up the Maine coast. They could do all the things they’d talked about, the lighthouse at Pemaquid Point, brunch at Two Cats, a room in Bristol. The rest of the world, Riley and Alice and her miserable mother, would have to wait until she’d had her chance to seduce Harper with natural beauty and available real estate.
The End
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