by S A Clayton
Watching Harper completely dissolve in my arms after she screamed my name, her orgasm taking over her whole body, was probably one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. As I head toward her bedroom, trailing kisses down her neck, I grin at the effect those kisses have on her body. Her breathing changes, goose bumps cover her skin, and her nails dig into my shoulders, letting me know exactly how much she loves it.
Once through the door, I don’t even stop to look around. I throw her into the center of the bed, bracing myself above her. “You are so much better than my memories…” I say, trailing my fingers from the edge of her bra, down over her stomach toward her hips. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now. Especially after I just made you come.” Her breath hitches as the tips of my fingers find purchase in the edges of her sweats, and before she can say a word, I pull them off, taking her sexy as hell red lace panties with them and throwing them somewhere behind me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says as I give her my best cocky smirk. I reach behind my head, pulling off my shirt in one swift motion, throwing it on the floor with hers. Harper’s eyes darken as she licks her lips. “You know, it’s not fair that something so simple can look that sexy.”
I tilt my head, not getting it.
She chuckles as her fingers trace down my abs, causing my muscles to bunch with each pass. “That move you just made, taking off your shirt with one hand. Sexy as hell.” She sits up, her lips find their way to my chest, trailing down toward my stomach as she takes away all semblance of reality with every touch of her tongue.
I’m starting to lose control the longer her lips are on my skin, so I pull her away, bringing her lips back to mine in a punishing kiss. “I need to fuck you before I embarrass myself,” I mumble against her mouth as I push my jeans off and discard them on the floor.
“Commando?” she questions, her eyes following my length as it stands at attention between us. Her small hands go to grab him, but I stop her, bringing those hands up to my lips and kissing them softly.
“If you touch me right now, I won’t last. And sweetheart, I need to make this good for you.” I don’t wait for her response before I’m unhooking her bra, sending it flying beside us.
“Josh, you need to get in this bed before I kill you.”
I shift her as I give her a quick peck before I go back to my jeans, taking out the condom I stashed there and turn back toward her. The sight before me almost sends me over the edge; Harper is looking at me as if just the sight of me will get her off, her hands find their way to her breasts as her hips circle, waiting for me to help ease the obvious ache between her thighs. Instinctively my hand grabs my cock and squeezes, relieving some of the pressure before I really do embarrass myself.
Before I have time to react, Harper launches herself in my direction, the soft tips of her fingers brushing lightly against my cock as her head dips, her tongue darting out and capturing the precum that glistens in the soft light of the room. The moment the warmth of her mouth cascades across my skin, I let out a moan that can only be described as primal.
“Jesus Christ, your mouth is pure sin.” My hands grip the loose strands of her hair as she goes deeper and deeper, taking more of me than I thought possible for her. She moans around my cock and before I let myself get taken away by the pure ecstasy of her mouth, I pull away.
Lifting her with ease, I place her back exactly where I left her, taking the condom and sheathing my length while bracing myself over her delectable body and hoping to God that I last long enough to enjoy her.
When I place the tip of my cock at her entrance, that warmth I’ve been dreaming about for days tries to suck me in as I start to tease her, stroking her clit again and again. The look in her eyes the moment I thrust home almost sends me over the edge and I have to still, taking deep breaths.
“Fuck, Harper, how did I forget how tight you are?” I groan, shutting my eyes and taking more deep breaths, thinking of anything but the way her walls squeeze as they wrap around my dick. “I want to go slow, savor this, but sweetheart, I’m losing control…” I admit, looking into her eyes as pure lust stares back at me.
“I don’t need soft and slow right now. I need you to fuck me. I need you to take me… please,” she demands, and she pulls my lips to hers and it’s like a cord is snapped as her mouth attacks mine and her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer. I thrust hard, hitting a spot deep inside her, making her scream, arching into me, head tilting back as my lips find her neck, licking, sucking, and biting because I can’t stop tasting her.
As my lips travel down to her breasts, taking each one in my mouth, Harper begins to moan louder as I thrust even harder.
“Just like that…” she mumbles as unintelligible sounds leave her gorgeous lips, her nails digging into my arms, silently asking for me to keep going.
This is pure bliss, if you asked me my name right now, I probably wouldn’t be able to tell you. All I can think about is the way her face looks the harder I fuck her, the way her hips meet mine the deeper my cock goes into her pussy, and the fact that I need her to come soon before I explode and embarrass myself.
“How is this pussy better every. Single. Time,” I mutter between thrusts, feeling a jolt go straight up my spine as her walls contract around me. The second I lower my hand, my thumb tracing circles around her clit, she starts to shake, eyes rolling back into her head as I start to thrust harder and harder.
“Josh, I’m gonna come…” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine and begging me to be as close as she is, and I grin, knowing I’m just as close.
I thrust hard again, her hands flying above her head and bracing against the headboard as the sound of it banging against the wall echoes throughout the room. My cock drives one more time into her waiting heat before she splits apart under me, gripping me like a vise as I follow closely behind her.
“Fuck…” I groan, my body locking, our eyes meeting as my body starts to shake as I come with her. When I finally collapse on top of her, utterly spend, her lips kiss my temple as we take deep breaths. I don’t know how long we lay there, but I eventually get up, head into the bathroom, and bring back a cloth to clean up. By the time I lay down beside her, wrap my arm around her middle and pull her against me, her steady breathing lets me know that she’s fast asleep, and I can’t help my own grin as I follow.
Harper’s breathing is quiet as my fingers lightly trace patterns along her naked back. Last night was perfection, watching her break apart for me will forever be one of the best things in my life and yet it was almost taken away from me. I break out into a cold sweat thinking about the fact that Angela might have ruined everything with her need to throw herself at me, even though I’ve done everything possible to get her to leave me alone. I know she and Harper have a history, but I will spend the rest of my life convincing my Sunshine that she’s my girl, and nothing will change that.
The clock on the nightstand reminds me just how early it is; way too early for Harper to get up but my mind can’t seem to shut off. So, I lay here and stare down at the woman that is currently wrapped around me. Her arm is draped over my chest as her leg hooks over one of mine. I can’t keep the smile off my face because this is exactly what I’ve wanted from the beginning; the feel of her skin against mine and the softness of her breasts brushing across my chest.
“Josh…” she moans as I lean down, checking to make sure that she’s still sleeping. When her soft snores hit my ears, I chuckle, kissing the top of her head and pulling her a little closer.
Fuck, I want to sink into her one more time.
It’s like I’m addicted to the way she wraps herself around me, the way her sounds cause every nerve in my body to come alive, and yet I know that she needs her rest. During the night I woke her up for rounds two and three until she begged me to let her sleep. So, her wish is my command… for now.
My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten all day and should probably get some food if I want to continue
our day in bed. So, I carefully remove myself from Harper’s grasp, kissing her lightly on the forehead and smiling at the sigh that escapes her lips at the touch. I make my way into her kitchen, rummaging through her fridge, trying to find something to eat. When I spot some eggs and bacon, I decide to whip it up since we all know that bacon is the best and only food group. I carefully look through her cabinets and find two pans, placing the eggs in one and the bacon in the other. Just as I transfer the food onto a plate, I hear a noise behind me.
“What are you making out here?” Harper asks sleepily. I turn to give her a sarcastic comment when I stop dead in my tracks. She’s wearing my T-shirt and nothing else.
Fuck.
Me.
She looks insanely gorgeous as her hair hangs loosely around her face, her eyes tired and her lips swollen from my kisses. I can’t take my eyes off her as her fingers dance around the hem of the shirt, making me wonder if she’s wearing anything underneath. My look of lust must have reflected back as her eyes roam over my bare chest, down toward my undone jeans that are hanging low on my hips.
“What?” I tease, her eyes darting to mine as a slow smile creeps onto her face.
She shakes her head as she makes her way toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist as my fingers find their way into the loose strands of her hair. The kiss I place on top of her head is light, but it gives me a whiff of that strawberry-scented shampoo she uses, and I pull her just a little bit closer.
“I was just thinking that it’s not normal for someone to look this good, this early in the morning,” she mumbles against my chest, her lips kissing softly up to the underside of my jaw. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, I’m actually saying it’s a very very good thing. For me at least.” She looks up with a smile, her chin resting on the planes of my chest as I lean down and kiss her forehead.
“Well, it should be fucking illegal for you to wear my shirt after a night of mind-blowing sex. ‘Cause Sunshine, you look damn edible right now.” My hands have a mind of their own as they grab her hair and pull, forcing her eyes to mine. “Fuck if I don’t want you again right here.” I groan, taking her face in my hands and lower my lips to hers. My mouth starts to devour her as she licks, sucks, and bites, causing a guttural groan to leave my chest. Her body comes back to life under my touch as she places her hands at the base of my neck. My fingers begin to map out the edge of my shirt as it hits just past her ass, and the moment my fingers find bare skin beneath the fabric, my pulse skyrockets.
“Harper… you’re not wearing any panties.”
She smiles against my lips, moaning when I squeeze her juicy ass and lift her onto the counter. At that moment, my stomach decides to make itself known and growl louder than I’ve ever heard it.
“Hungry?” she teases with a sly smile on her face and I tighten my hold on her hips, bringing her to the edge of the counter.
“Yes, but not for what you think…” Her eyes bulge as my fingers gently make their way up her bare thigh to find her wet and wanting. God, I love how wet she gets for me. I fucking love how turned on she is just from my fingers touching her skin. It makes me want to take her back to the bedroom and do all the things we did last night, plus a few more I thought about after.
“Please…” she pleads as I suck on that spot below her ear I know drives her crazy.
“You need me to touch you, Sunshine?” I ask, her head moving against my chest, agreeing. My lips trace the outline of her ear, whispering, “Beg me. Tell me what you want, sweetheart, or my hands stay right here.” I place my fingers just shy of her pussy as her hips roll forward, seeking friction. “Nope, not this time, Harper, I need to hear it from your lips.”
Her head falls back, hitting the cabinets behind her as a sound I’ve never heard leaves her mouth.
“You are evil, you know that?”
I just smile against her slick skin, loving the tension building with every pass of my lips.
“I need…” Her voice trails off as my fingers inch ever closer to her clit, making her jump.
“You need what?” I ask, continuing my torture as she pants against my neck. “You need my fingers inside you? You want to fuck my hand until you come so hard for me?” I growl as her moan grows louder and louder and so I don’t hesitate a second more. My fingers find her heat just as her body starts to convulse, shuddering around me. “That’s it, sweetheart, I want you to fuck my fingers, take it from me.” And fuck does she. I watch with rapt attention as she braces her hands behind her, legs falling open as I groan at the sight of her hips grinding against my hand.
Jesus, she’s magnificent.
This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen. Watching a woman take pleasure from me is something I will always love, but with Harper? She takes the prize. She is a sight to behold as her hips move faster and faster as her walls contract, and I know she’s chasing her orgasm. Just as a frustrated moan leaves her mouth, I flick my thumb over her clit and she goes off like a bomb, screaming my name into the empty kitchen.
“Damn, Harper,” I say, taking my fingers from her and bringing them to my mouth. “Now that’s a meal I will always come home for.” I wink, her laugh warming my chest. Her forehead leans against mine as I lightly kiss those lips.
I take the now-cold plate of food, putting it in the microwave to heat up. Once warmed, we take the food into the bedroom, feeling completely content. We rest in bed, eating and sitting in silence until Harper’s phone goes off beside me, and when I glance at the screen, I can’t help but tense at the name that pops onto the screen.
“What’s wrong?” she asks as I motion to her phone, and when she picks it up, seeing who it is, she rolls her eyes. Her gaze meets mine as an emotion I can’t quite grasp crosses her features. Maybe fear? Embarrassment? I don’t get a chance to ask what’s going through her head before she’s opening up her phone and reading the text out loud.
“Harper, baby, we were meant to be together. I want you back, tell me what I have to do.”
I say nothing, because there isn’t anything to say after hearing something like that. Do I love that he’s texting her? Of course not, but it’s also not my place to tell her to delete him from her phone, even though I do think it’s a good idea.
“Josh, are you okay?”
I stay silent, not wanting to ruin the last few hours we have together.
“Talk to me, please?” she pleads, running her thumb over my bottom lip, her eyes sad.
So I cave.
“Do you still love him?” I ask, hating the pit in my stomach that starts growing the longer we sit here in silence. This feeling is new for me, and I don’t particularly like it.
“Hell no,” she says immediately, allowing me to breathe a bit easier. “There is no way I will ever get back together with him. If we weren’t together, I wouldn’t go back. We were never meant to be in the first place. He was what I needed at that point in my life, but now he can fuck right off.”
I still don’t say anything, not really knowing what to say at this point. Harper gets to her knees, resting her butt back down so that we’re now at eye level, and places her hands on my shoulders.
“I’m only going to say this once, okay?”
I nod as she places her hands on either side of my face and gives me a soft kiss.
“Cole and I were like oil and water. We were obsessed with each other when we first started dating.”
A low growl escapes as a small smile curves against her lips.
“I’m not going to lie to you, in the beginning things were great. At one point I thought he was the one.”
My body tenses at the idea of that fucker getting his hands on her.
“But after a while, things started to change, and he became controlling, and I found myself doing anything and everything possible to make him happy just so he wouldn’t get mad.” She stops as I pull her onto my lap and kiss her neck as I breathe in her scent.
“Did he ever hit you?” If the answer is anything but no,
I don’t know how I will react, but when she shakes her head, a sense of relief washes over my entire body and I deflate back against the headboard.
“No, he was never physical, but now after it’s all over, I realize just how mentally abusive he became.”
I give her a quizzical look and a sad smile crosses her features.
“We would go out on dates, and he would tell me to change if he didn’t like what I was wearing. It got to the point where he would just pick out my outfits because it saved us the fight that would arise. He had an opinion on everything, from my hair to the color of my nail polish. It became exhausting.”
“Jesus,” I groan, lowering my head to her chest, breathing in her scent, allowing it to sink deep within me to calm down the rage that’s flowing through me. I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her, needing her close. “I’m sorry, Sunshine,” I whisper, kissing my way up her neck and across her jaw. “The idea of you and him together makes me so angry.” I can’t help the tension that rolls over my shoulders as she leans back, her eyes begging mine to understand.
“I know it does, but you have to trust me and my words.”
Without thinking, I give her a look and she chuckles to herself.
“I guess I should take my own advice, huh?”
I smirk, kissing her lightly, knowing I don’t have to say anything.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, her eyes focusing on her hands that have fallen between us.
“Harper.” My voice stern as my thumbs graze the side of her face. “There is nothing for you to apologize for. If I was in your position, I would have done the same thing, I just want you to know that I mean what I say. I’m not fucking around to get in your pants.”
“A little late for that, huh?” A laugh bubbles out of me as her shoulders shake. “Okay.” Her smile lights up her face as I kiss her one more time, pulling away before things get too heated.
“I leave for another road trip tomorrow; I’m gone for a week.”
She nods, saying nothing.
“When I get back, I want to take you on a date.”