Warm. Harper’s skin was so warm against mine, so soft and plush. Sharing a bed with her was an extravagance I’d never expected to get to enjoy. It was the pinnacle of my desires, the impossible dream I’d had since the day I met her. And yet, there we were. She had her back to me, her arm pulling mine underneath her pillow to support her head. My leg was between hers, my hand resting on her stomach. In that moment, she was mine… Completely.
Unable to stop myself, to resist touching more, I traced patterns on her skin. I kept my touch innocent at first. Then I moved a little higher on my passes, allowing myself to caress the flesh of her breasts. To slide up to her nipples. Pierced. Of course she was pierced. I’d nearly come in my pants when I finally saw the silver jewelry glinting in the light after feeling them through her clothes. I hadn’t gotten nearly as much time to play with them as I wanted. An error I intended to correct.
With my face buried in her neck, her lilac scent driving me absolutely wild with desire, I explored her pierced nipples—tugging, rolling, pinching. Seeking a response. I wanted Harper awake. Well, not just awake. I wanted her wet and slippery as I plunged my cock inside her. Wanted my name on her lips as she came around me. Wanted the taste of her on my tongue as she soaked my chin again.
The first sign that I was well on my way to waking my sleeping doll was a small groan and a shift of her hips closer to me. Her ass—so round, so fucking biteable—pressed into the cradle of my hips, giving my needy cock a good, long rub. I practically growled in her ear, leaning over her, tweaking that fucking nipple again. Wishing I could taste it. Wanting my mouth on her.
“Noah,” she groaned, rocking back against me harder as her arm came up to hold the back of my head. She pulled me closer, and I responded. Rolling her over onto her stomach. Biting down on her neck as I covered her body with mine.
“Condom,” I said, pressing her into the mattress. Fuck, I wanted to be inside her. Wanted to feel every inch of her. I needed it.
“Nightstand.”
I stretched and yanked open the drawer, finding her stash. In seconds, I was sheathed and ready, my heartbeat pulsing through my cock as I slowed down. Anticipation was a thing, and I wanted her to feel it. Wanted her to grow antsy and desperate. I wanted her to crave me.
It took Harper mere seconds to lose her patience. “Fuck me already, Noah.”
I always had done what I was told. Without another delay, I bit down on her neck and pushed inside. Heat. So much heat. And the pressure of her pussy enveloping me. She was so tight, especially with her legs as close together as they were. I’d never had a woman like this, never laid my body on top of hers, pushed myself inside her, and simply took. Never had I allowed myself to overpower a woman, trusting they’d tell me if I went too far. Harper opened doors and opportunities I hadn’t expected, and I loved every second. Loved being bold and daring with her, loved the openness and sexual freedom she represented. To be honest, I loved her. I just couldn’t tell her that yet. But I could show her. I could demonstrate my care and concern with my body until she was ready for the rest of me. If she was ever ready for the rest of me.
I’d make sure she was ready.
“Everything about you is so soft,” I said, breathing harder as I fought to keep control. Unable to resist, I slid a hand beneath her body, moving to cup her breast. To flick the barbell through her nipple. “Except these. There’s nothing soft about your piercings.”
“Noah…” She moaned, pushing her hips up. Forcing me to slide deeper inside of her. “Pinch them.”
I twisted her nipple between my fingers and pressed deeper inside of her. Making her jump and gasp at the dual stimulation. “Next time, I want you on top. I can’t wait to get my tongue on these while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Jesus, I love your mouth.”
She felt too good to concentrate on anything other than my cock in her pussy. The warmth, the wetness, the tension surrounding me—it all came together to create a world where there was nothing else. Only her and me and the noises we made as I fucked her long and deep. She mewled and clutched at the sheets, her scent still teasing me. I would never look at those purple flowers again, never be able to walk by a bush of them without getting hard. They were inevitably entwined in my mind with Harper and sex.
Harper gasped as I bit down on her neck again, her arms stretching out before her as if to hold us in place. “I’m… Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Hand on the headboard to anchor us to the mattress, I thrust hard and deep, rocking the bed into the wall as I did. The squeaks and bangs added to the feeling of a fury approaching, cut out the rest of the world completely as I led us both toward where we wanted to be. Where we needed to be. This was it…us. Together. Our pleasure intertwined, our lives wrapping around one another.
This was everything.
Harper came with a moan, her pussy clenching around me as her body went stiff. She squeezed me so hard and yelled so loud, I thought I heard bells with every heartbeat and pulse. Eyes closed, ears ringing, I slammed into her until the telltale tingle at the base of my spine moved down and through my cock. One more thrust, one more push. Just a little…
I crashed right after her, pushing deeper and stilling as I did, growling through the longest, hardest orgasm of my life. Stars exploded behind my eyes, colors lighting up the blackness, and those bells grew louder. I was completely surrounded by her, owned by the heat of her. Dominated by the scent and feel of her. There would never be more than this, never be anyone who compared to her. Never be another who could make me feel the same way, physically or emotionally. I was hers. I just needed to make sure she knew that.
“Wow,” Harper said, laughing slightly as she wiggled beneath me. I groaned and pulled out of her, rolling to the side to deal with the condom. Once done, I pulled her back to my chest and wrapped my arms all the way around her. I still wanted her touch, still craved the feel of her skin against mine.
“Yeah. Wow.” I snuggled her close, needing a moment more of contact. Focusing on her breaths and the feel of her fingers skating over my arms. If only I could get my ears to stop ringing…
“Is that the church?” Harper asked, rocking back into me as if trying to turn over.
“I’ve never had a woman call my dick ‘the church,’ but I’ll take it.”
“No.” She laughed, reaching back to playfully slap my thigh. “The bells.”
It took a few seconds for her words to filter through the fog around my brain, but when they did…
“Shit.” I jumped up, running for the front window of the apartment. Cars…lots of them. Including ones belonging to the people who were technically my bosses. “Double shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Tuesday. I’m supposed to be at the church to welcome everyone for the hour of silent reflection. The entire council is coming.” I yanked on my clothes, or those I could find. I’d have to leave my socks behind, apparently. Those bells meant I had five minutes before the hour would begin. Not enough time to make a cup of coffee, but enough to run to my office and brush my teeth in the washroom. Hopefully.
“You’re leaving? Just like that?”
Shit, I was being an ass. I dove back onto the bed for one last quick kiss. “I know this seems bad, but I need to go to work. Thanks for last night. It was amazing.”
I rushed for the door, practically running out of the apartment. Refusing to look back. If I saw her all warm and sex-rumpled in those sheets, knowing she was naked and probably still sloppy wet, I’d be right back on top of her. If she asked me to, I’d never leave her side. I just had the one service to perform, the one council meeting to deal with afterward, and then I could come back. Maybe I’d take her out for brunch or coffee. Maybe…
“I’ll see you later, doll,” I said just before the door to her apartment closed behind me. Later…just a few hours…then I could be with her again. I raced down the stairs and jogged across the street, heading for the back door of the church. I ran into trouble in the parking lot, though, in the form of one of the church council members and his wife.
“Pastor Noah,” Henry said, looking me up and down as if surprised to see me coming from across the street. Not that I could blame him. I wasn't dressed for any sort of church function, and I probably looked as if I’d just rolled out of bed. Which I had. After fucking the woman of my dreams.
“Henry. Marge. It’s a good morning for reflection, don’t you think?”
“Are you”—Henry’s wife Marge glanced behind me at Harper’s store, her face white and her eyes round—“are you coming from Sin?”
Sin…yeah. That was what we’d been doing. Harper and I had been sinning. I couldn’t wait to do more of it, either.
“No, of course not.” I grinned, unable to hold it back. “I’m coming from Miss Davis’ place.”
That certainly didn’t make her look any less surprised. “Harper Davis? The owner of…that store?”
“Yes. We’re dating.” The silence that greeted me from the two of them couldn’t even touch the joy I felt after last night. Let them talk—Harper was mine, and they’d stop gossiping once they realized I was serious about her. I had faith in that. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to grab a few things from my office before the service begins. See you in there.”
I left them staring after me as I headed for the church. I had about two minutes to get myself ready for the day. Thankfully, Tuesdays weren’t all that busy for me. Just a few hours, and I could be back with Harper, which was where I wanted to be. But my duties were clear, and these hours of reflection were something the community really seemed to enjoy. Besides, sitting in silence the way I would be for the next hour meant I could reflect on my night with Harper. I could relive every moan and sigh, every touch and taste. I could plan for what I wanted to do to her tonight.
One hour of reflection, then probably two of council meetings. That was it.
I’d be counting down the minutes until I could be back with my girl for sure.