by Sybil Smith
Shit. Harper just pulled out the big guns. Didn't see that coming. I take a deep breath as I think about it. This won't be like the time I took her ice skating and had a pair of gloves between us. This will be honest to god skin-on-skin hand holding. She can see how hard I'm struggling with this because she starts to backtrack immediately.
"I'm sorry, Roma. I shouldn't have put you in a position whe—" I cut her off by leaning in and giving her a kiss on those perfectly soft, pink lips. I pull back and give her a little smile.
"Don't apologize. If you win, you can hold my hand." As I look down at her little mess of a boat, I realize I really don't have anything to worry about anyway. At least I fucking hope not.
We walk down to the little creek—if you can fucking call it that—and walk to where we are about 12 feet from a pretty big rock sticking above the water. I crouch down and Harper does the same right next to me. My boat looks like a 5 star cruise liner compared to her Gilligan's Island dinghy. This will be a piece of fucking cake.
"Alright, first one to that rock wins. Got it?" She nods her head and places her water in the boat next to mine, making sure they're perfectly even.
"Ready?" She nods her head without even looking at me. Competitive Harper might just be one of my favorites. It's beyond sexy.
"Okay. 1..2..3..Go."
We let them go at exactly the same time and the current pushes them out towards the rock in the middle. I honestly expected Harper's to flip over within the first two seconds, but it just fucking took my boat down. I can't even fucking believe it. Her boat beat mine with time to spare. My mouth just falls agape. Un-fucking-believable.
"Did you just hustle me, Harper?" I make sure I say it playfully so she knows I'm not pissed. I'm really not. I'm in shock. She laughs and just shakes her head.
"It's really just a simple matter of physics."
"Yeah, I’m sure.”
The time has come to pay up. I rub my hands together to hopefully get them to stop sweating, but that just makes them clammy. I want to be able to do this one simple thing for her. I want her to know I'm always going to come through on my promises.
"You really don't have to—"
"No. I really do. I want to."
I hold out my hand for her to take. She slowly reaches out and puts her hand on mine. Her touch is feather light. I know she doesn't want to scare me off, but this really doesn't fucking count as holding hands. I tighten my grip and lace our fingers together, ignoring how it's getting harder to breathe. She looks up and me and gives me that smile that's reserved only for me and my breathing slows down as my heartbeat quickens. But for once, it's a good thing. I don't let go all the way back to the car. My hand is sweating all over hers, but I know she wouldn't trade it for the world. And neither would I.
Chapter 14
It's Harper's birthday. I didn't even know it until I walked into work this morning and saw a card from her assistant on her desk. I was kinda pissed that she didn't tell me sooner so I could've gotten her something, but then she told me she never celebrated them when she was younger and didn't see the point in starting now. Then I just felt really fucking bad for her. What kind of parents don't even tell their kid 'Happy Birthday'? So even though I didn't have time to get her anything important, I figured a little birthday sex wouldn't hurt.
I walk in Harper's kitchen and set a brown grocery bag on the counter. Harper's out on the patio reading a book. Some kind of science junk no one else would understand, I'm sure. I walk into her bedroom and into her closet. I almost decide to fuck with her and mix up all the shoe boxes, but I'm not quite sure if she'd laugh or kill me, so I decide not to at the last minute. I pull out a black Gucci dress that makes her look un-fucking-believable, her tallest pair of black heels, and a black lace strapless bra. As I'm setting them out on the bed, Harper walks in to the bedroom.
"Roma?"
I turn around and see her eyeing me suspiciously. I told her I had a surprise for her tonight, but I doubt she thought I'd be dressing her, too. But I can't even help myself. I really love that fucking dress.
I give her a smile and walk to the door.
"Don't worry. Get dressed, I'll come get you when I'm done."
She gives me a smile that tells me she already likes where this is going. I shut the door as I walk to the kitchen to set up. I can't even fucking wait. I've never done this with anyone, probably because I've never cared about anyone as much as I care about Harper. This would be too intimate to do to anyone that came before him, much less the random chicks that came after.
I set everything up and go back to the bedroom. I walk to where she's standing in front of the mirror and stand behind her. I slowly finish zipping up the back of her dress and turn her around to face me. I take a few steps back to look at her and I swear I almost stop fucking breathing. She looks amazing. Absolutely perfect. If I wouldn't feel so sappy, I'd tell her just that. But it's Harper. I don't have to say it. She knows exactly what I'm thinking even when I don't want her to. She knows what she's doing to me right now. She knows exactly how amazing she looks.
I reach up and pull one of her silk scarves off the door and walk to her. She's looking me straight in the eye. She trusts me completely. I've never given her a reason not to. Hell, I never will. That much I'm sure of. I hold it up in front of her face.
"May I?" If it had been anyone else, I would've told them they were going to let me. But this is Harper. I may not be able to let go of all my control, but I can sometimes. Only with her, though.
She smiles and I know I'm going to get what I want. She lets out a laugh and answers.
"Of course, Roma. I trust you."
I reach up and tie it around her eyes so she can't see. I made sure to double it over so it wasn't transparent. I go back to the door and get another scarf and tie her hands together, running my finger under them to make sure they aren't too tight. Nothing like what was done to me. I see her body shiver and her lips part. I'm pretty sure she's thinking this is going to be entirely different than what it is. But I know she's gonna like what I'm about to do even more.
I lead her into the dining room and sit her down on one of the chairs at the table. She rests her tied hands on the edge of it. I pull another chair up so that I'm sitting right next to her. So close that our thighs are pressed together. I feel the heat from her body. She wiggles a little so her legs are spread open just more than what I'd call ladylike. She's turned on and loving it. I let out a short laugh because shit, we haven't even gotten started. I reach up and stroke her cheek with my hand and she instantly grins.
"I'm going to feed you different things. I want you to tell me what they are out loud. Understand?" I see the panic set in on her face even though her eyes are covered. I know exactly what's about to come out of her mouth.
"You know how bad I am at guessing…” She trails off once I start laughing. I want her to enjoy tonight as much as I plan to, it's her birthday after all. I can't possibly do that if she's covered in hives and passed out on the floor.
I bring my thumb up to her mouth and trail the length of her bottom lip. So soft and pink and perfect.
"Like I said, don't worry. You'll know exactly what I'm feeding you. You won't have to guess. I just like hearing your voice. So tell me what I feed you out loud."
I see her visibly relax at that. She trusts me. And like I said, I won't do anything to break that.
I reach over to a plate I have set out and grab a chocolate covered strawberry. She told me chocolate was an aphrodisiac, although by the looks of her flushed skin I won't be needing any help in that department tonight. I bring it to her lips.
"Open," I whisper. She takes a bite and smiles. After raw oysters, strangely enough, these things are her favorite. As she's chewing, I put my left hand on her thigh and slowly drag it upwards under her dress to where I can feel wetness on her thigh. This is why I didn't lay out underwear for her. I knew it'd get to her like this.
"What was it?" I say it as deep and raspy as I ca
n. I know how hot it makes her. She trails her tongue across her upper lip even though there isn't a damn thing there. Dear God, this woman is going to kill me. I may love being in charge, but it's fucking hard to resist Harper when she's in a sexy mood.
"Chocolate covered strawberry."
"Good girl. I think that deserves a reward." I bring two fingers up to her core and run them up and down her slit. She's so wet that my fingers are gliding up and down without a hitch.
"You're wet. I like that." She lets out a moan that almost makes me stop and fuck her against the table right then and there. But, that's not what I have planned. Yet.
I keep my fingers moving as I reach over to the next thing. I press it to her lips until she opens them and takes a bite. I can tell she's having a hard time chewing since she's panting so hard. I pinch at her clit and rub it between my fingers. She lets out a gasp so I let go back to just rubbing her. I don't want her to come just yet.
"What was that?" My two fingers haven't stopped yet. I keep sliding them up and down through her wetness. Every so often, I circle her clit and stop just before she starts to moan. She's just sitting here breathing hard and hasn't given me an answer. I'd really like her to answer me.
"Harper?"
I slow down my fingers so she knows what'll happen if she can't answer. I know she really wants me to keep going, so she tries as best as she can.
"That was…ah…I think, um …it was cake…ah, chocolate cake."
I give a smirk, even if she can't see it.
"Very good. Do you want to be rewarded this time, too?" She nods her head anxiously. She probably thinks I'm about to let her come. But, I'm not. This is just too good of an opportunity to miss.
I stop rubbing her and move my hand away from her core. She lets out the most pitiful whimper that I almost feel bad for her. Almost.
"Open."
She opens her mouth and I stick my fingers inside. Those same two fingers that have been trailing up and down her folds for the past ten minutes. I feel her tongue circle my fingers, dip down between them, curl all around them, making sure to get off every last drop of herself. I slowly pull them out and feel them drag across her teeth. She gives me an answer before I even have to ask.
"Me."
Holy fucking shit, I lose it at the way her voice dropped lower than I've ever heard it. The way I can still feel her tongue on my fingers and how they still smell like her. The way she's licking her lips like she's the best thing she's ever tasted in her life. I fucking love control, but at this moment….I could honestly fucking care less. Fuck my plan. This opportunity is just too fucking good to miss. I'd ask her if she'd like to be rewarded, but I already know she does so I don't even waste my time.
I pull her up and push her upper body down on the table—undoing her hands swiftly so she can move as she pleases. I push up her dress to where it's around her waist. I don't even bother getting her worked up because she's already fucking dripping. I gather her hair up in my right fist and gently pull back as I push in two fingers. She feels just as good as I knew she would. I give in a couple of slow thrusts to get her body used to me. I don't have wait too long though, 'cause she starts begging me for more.
"More, Roma."
"More?" Holy shit. I can't even believe what I'm hearing right now.
"More. Plea—ah….fuck."
She yells out as I shove in a three finger. I can't tell if it's in pleasure or pain or a mixture of both. But she hasn't told me to stop, so I keep going.
"Faster. Please, Ro—gah"
I push in and out faster and faster until she starts clenching and it gets harder to move. I don't want her to come this way. No. I'm loving the way she cries out. And by how soaking wet she is, I'm pretty sure she's loving it, too. I pull my fingers completely out and relax my grip on her hair so she can rest her head back down on the table.
"Roma. Please." She's begging me. Fucking shit, I love it.
She's breathing hard now and I can't even fucking wait to hear her scream.
"Please—“
I cut her off by yanking back on her hair and pushing those three fingers back in her at once. She screams out and dear God, I almost fucking lose it. I keep my grip on her hair as I move in and out as fast as I can. I can see her biting her lip trying to stifle her moans, but I can't have that. I need to hear her. The best thing you will ever hear in your entire life is Harper Rose screaming out and begging you for more. I start pushing in and out-hard and fast. I see a lone tear streak down her face but she hasn't said the word so I don't stop. My biceps are burning so I know this has to hurt at least a little. But she hasn't said the word so it must feel pretty damn good, too.
"Oh..good..gah..this…Roma…fuck…ahh."
Finally, she releases her bottom lip and starts yelling the most incoherent strand of words I've ever heard. And it's so fucking sexy. I start to feel her legs shake so I know she's close. Her walls are tightening around me so it's making me go a little slower, a little softer but not much.
"Come for me, Harper. Come, now."
And holy fucking shit, she comes as if it's on cue. I've never felt so utterly in control before in my entire fucking life. She yells out and I feel her spasms around me, but I don't even slow down. I keep thrusting in and out until she's screaming my name all over again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I wanna keep going but I can tell her legs are about to give out on her and I don't want to hurt her. I slowly pull out.
She yelps and winces at the loss of contact. I pull down her dress and let her rest, calm her breathing for a few minutes before I help her wobbly stand up. I undo and remove the blindfold. She instantly gives me a smile that I love so much, though streaked with lust and euphoria. I lean over and plant a soft kiss upon her lips.
"Was that okay?"
I really hope it was. I feel like I may have went a little over board, even though she was begging me for more the whole time. I don't want to do anything she doesn't like even if it's something I like. I want it to be about her, about the things she wants. But she's giving me this smile and I know what I did was just fine.
"It was more than okay."
I reach up and wipe a few wayward strands of hair away from her face. “Happy Birthday, Harper. I didn't have a chance to get you anything else."
"No. It’s okay." But then she looks off and down to the ground and I know it must not be perfectly okay. I reach under her chin and guide her face to look at me.
"What is it? You can tell me." I really hope I didn't do something wrong and fucked this up. I just want her to be happy.
"Nothing's wrong, Roma. It's just…do you trust me?" She's looking me right in the eye. And I know there's only one answer to this question.
"Of course I do." And I do. More than I've ever trusted anyone in my entire life. I just really don't know where this is going. She smiles and grabs my arm.
"Okay. Follow me."
…
She gently pushes me down to where I'm sitting on the edge of her bed and walks to where she's just out of my reach. I don't know where this is going, but I'm not even going to lie—I'm kinda worried.
I watch as she reaches behind her and unzips her dress. It slides down her body and pools at her feet before she kicks it away. She hesitates when she sees me eyeing the black lace bra I laid out for her. I can just barely see her nipples through the fabric. She waits until I give a nod and she quickly takes it off, throwing it on the floor with her dress. All that's left are her heels because she knows I have a thing for them. There's nothing sexier than her standing there butt ass naked in a pair of five inch heels. She stands completely still right in front of me. This is the first time we've actually gotten around to getting her completely naked. She's perfectly confident under my scrutiny of her body, never flinching or trying to hide herself.
Her body is beyond perfection. I went through a slew of women after him, taking what I needed before I kicked them out. Not a single one of them even compared to
this. I want to run my hands over every inch of her body. Praise it. Cherish it. I raise my arm and motion for her to walk over.
"I want to touch you."
She walks over to the bed and straddles my lap. Her hands tangle in my hair as I trail my hands up her sides and cup her tits in my hands. I rub my thumbs across her already pert nipples and it's about all she can take. She presses her mouth against mine and instantly forces her tongue inside. It's predatory, like she's trying to devour my very being. She starts rocking her hips against my lap, moaning every so often. I definitely like where this is going.
And then she suddenly pulls back from my face. No, I changed my mind. I do not like where this is going. She reaches down and puts both hands on my cheeks.
"Do you still trust me?" I nod my head and she slowly trails her hands down my neck to the collar of my shirt.
"Is this okay, Roma?"
"Yeah," I whisper.
She looks me in the eye to make sure I'm still okay with it as she undoes each button of my shirt, one by one. After the last one, she just pushes it open without taking it off. Good, this way I'm not worried about my back the whole time. I think she did it just for that very reason, honestly. She's too fucking perfect sometimes. Her hands trail over the top of my bra and down to my stomach. Her fingers trace down the outline of my abs until they get to the top of my pants. Goosebumps form all over my body just from her touch.
"May I?" I smile as I recognize the words I said to her earlier in the evening. Too fucking perfect, like I said.
I nod, words failing me as she crawls off of me and down to the floor between my legs. She unbuttons them and I lift up so she can pull them off. She drops them unceremoniously to the floor before looking back up at my face with her hands on my knees.
"We can stop anytime, Roma. I promise I'll stop. All you have to do is say the word."
"Okay."
I know it's true. Harper will stop if I tell her to. But, I already have a feeling I won't. I don't really have a problem with this if she's gonna let me tell her what she can and can't do.