Chapter 22 - Zach

My body is buzzing. I can’t think, I can barely speak. It takes all my concentration to drive to my place knowing that Harper is right here beside me and she’s coming home with me. We stumble out of the car and rush inside. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold winter air when we get to my door. I steal a kiss before opening the door for her.

We take the elevator to the top floor and stumble inside, lips already interlocked and bodies separated by many layers of thick winter clothing. Harper giggles as she takes off her hat and gloves and starts unbuttoning her long coat.

“This isn’t quite so sexy when you have to spend ten minutes taking off all your layers,” she laughs as she kicks off her boots.

“I still think it’s sexy,” I say, pulling her in for another kiss. I’ve never tasted lips that are so sweet. It feels like she melts into my arms whenever we touch. My whole body is tense with excitement.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. My cock is throbbing, aching for her already. She shivers slightly in my arms and I pull her in closer, letting my fingers slide to the nape of her neck as she wraps her arms around me. It feels too good to be close to her, it shouldn’t be allowed.

“Come on,” I say in a hoarse whisper. I take her hand and guide her to my bedroom. She climbs onto the bed and in an instant I’m there with her, my body sinking down onto hers. I try to prop myself up on my arms to stop my body from crushing hers. Harper doesn’t let me. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me down until our bodies sink into the bed and I can feel the warmth of her desire pressing against my stomach. She shivers again and moans before kissing me. I can feel her body vibrating under mine. It feels like a coiled spring, ready to explode as soon as I find the switch to release it.

Everything I’ve been dreaming of for the past three weeks is happening. Every look, every moment I’ve had at the office where all I could think about was her is coming to a head. I feel like my body is floating and flying through space at the same time. I can see every detail of her skin, every strand of hair, every freckle, every perfect curve and at the same time I can hardly focus on anything except the heat of her body and the hardness of my cock.

I’m panting as my lips find her ear, her neck, her clavicle. My kisses cover her soft white skin and I feel her hands fist into my hair. It’s electric, the way she touches me. I slip my hand under her shirt and feel the softness of the skin on her stomach.

I run my fingers up her stomach and cup her breast, loving the way she moans as I feel her grind her hips into me. She feels better, she tastes better, she smells better than I remembered. She sits up and I help her slip off her shirt. The breath almost leaves my body. She has a freckle right below her left breast and I dip down to kiss it. My lips devour her skin. I can’t stop kissing and tasting every inch of her. I’m addicted.

She’s letting out tiny moans as my mouth moves down her stomach towards the hem of her pants. I can feel the heat between her legs even through the fabric. She runs her fingers through my hair and grinds her hips up towards me. I lift my chin and our eyes meet. I can’t help but grin.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” she breathes as I run my hands over her thighs. My fingers dip under the hem of her pants and I run them across her stomach, feeling just a fraction of an inch closer to her centre.

Harper shivers and I lower my head down, kissing her pants in that crease between her leg and her hip. Her legs fall open and I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her.

I thought I’d have her completely naked by now. I thought we’d be at each other like animals. I thought the second she was in my bed my cock would be buried inside her and I could feel her pussy gripping down on me, but all I want to do right now is watch this beautiful woman shiver and moan as I touch her. I want to make her feel the way she makes me feel. I want to take my time and savour every second we have together.

Never has a woman had this effect on me. Watching her body reacts to my touch, to my lips, to my voice - it makes me almost insane with desire. It feels like our bodies know each other and everything happens by instinct. Her hand runs over my shoulder just as I reach up to trail my hands up her side. Her fingers tangle into my hair just as I dip my head down to kiss her stomach. Her hips tilt upwards just as I reach down to unfasten her pants. She moves, I move. It’s the most erotic dance I’ve ever seen.

I hook my fingers into her pants and slide them down her thighs. Tossing them aside, my hands fly back to her legs and I run my fingers all the way back up to her panties.

I can’t help it, I dip my head down and kiss the fabric, right where her clit is underneath it. I feel Harper exhale as she leans into the sensation. I breathe in deeply and I can just smell the sweet saltiness of her desire. My cock throbs and I dip down to kiss her again. She wraps her hands into my hair and tilts her hips up so that my lips meet the thin fabric of her panties again. I grip the sides of her hips and sink my fingers into her flesh. I find that crease between her leg and her hip and I leg my tongue trail along the edge of her panties.

Harper lets out a soft moan and my cock pulses again. I can feel the heat between her legs and I can’t take it anymore. I rip her panties off in one smooth movement. Harper’s legs fall open and I exhale when I see her slit. It’s pink and glistening and I’m aching to sink my length into her.

I won’t let myself. I can’t let myself, not now. Not with her like this, lying in my bed with her legs spread. My body is screaming for me to sheathe myself inside but first I have to taste her. I dive down and grip her hips, squeezing her between my fingers. The instant my mouth makes contact with her slit I hear her let out a laboured breath and her back arches.

Her wetness hits my tongue and I see stars. I’ve never tasted anything like this before. I’m not licking her, I’m devouring her. She’s moaning and I’m moaning and my mouth is claiming her hungrily as her back arches and her fingers sink into my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh and the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I find her clit and swirl my tongue around it, feeling the hard bud between my lips as her moans get more pitched. There’s a fever between us, a tension, a passion. I can’t stop until I make this woman shudder and moan while my mouth ravages her.

I’m claiming her. She’s mine.