Chapter Thirty-Three

Rob

The sensation of her tongue sliding up and down my cock and circling my balls pulls me out of sleep. I open my eyes and moan as I look down and only see Harper's shape beneath the covers. But I feel what she's doing down there and my eyes roll back into my head.

She works on me with her mouth and her hand, sucking and jerking me harder and faster. I pull the covers off of her and Harper looks up at me, a gleam in her eye and a sultry little smile on her lips.

“Well, good morning to you,” I say.

“Good morning to you,” she replies.

“You're up early,” I say, laughing softly.

“Well, this thing here was up earlier and poking me in the back,” she says. “So, I felt compelled to do something about it.”

I laugh and shake my head. “And here, I thought my morning would be great if I got to start it off with some waffles.”

She shrugs. “Who says you can't still have 'em?”

“Good point.”

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Harper takes my cock into her mouth and tightens her lips around the shaft. Squeezing my balls nice and firmly, she starts to bob her head up and down, hard and fast. I push my head back into the pillows and moan as she works on me.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth and runs the tongue around the head as she grips my shaft and starts to jerk me off. I stop her for a moment, causing her to look up at me.

“Turn around,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I want to taste you.”

Grinning, Harper turns around and gently straddles my face. She goes back to sucking and stroking me eagerly, her hands and mouth moving in a steady rhythm that drives me crazy. I grab her hips and pull her down on my face. I run my tongue over her lips, savoring the taste of her juices. And when I plunge my tongue deep inside of her, she moans loudly, losing her rhythm.

I lick and suck on her with ferocity, pulling her down harder against my mouth. I slip a finger into her and begin pumping it in and out as I suck on her clit. She pulls my rod out of her mouth and moans, her ragged breath warm against my skin. Harper grinds her pussy against my mouth, urging me to slide my tongue and finger deeper into her – and I'm more than happy to oblige.

I finger and lick her as she goes back to sucking and jerking on my cock. Having her on my face and tasting her juices at the same time she's swallowing my stiff prick is almost too much for me to bear. But I do my best to hold off, not anywhere near ready to let go of my control yet – not until I've been inside of her.

Her breathing is becoming more ragged and her movements more erratic. She has my dick in her hand, but her body is trembling and she's crying out. A moment later, she calls my name as her body clenches up and then suddenly releases. I feel her pussy pulsing around my finger as her orgasm tears through her.

“Jesus, Rob,” she pants. “You're going to kill me.”

“I can think of far worse ways to go.”

She climbs off my face and turns around, that sultry smile back on her lips. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a condom. Unwrapping it, she slides it down over my cock and gives me a firm squeeze. She straddles me and plants her hands against my chest for leverage. But she squeals when I grab hold of her hips and spin her down so she's on her back and I'm on top of her.

Harper wraps her long legs around me as I lean forward and kiss her, our tongues swirling together. We look into each other's eyes for a long moment and I sense there is so much that's being communicated without ever being said. My heart swells as I look into her eyes and see everything I'm feeling for her being reflected back to me.

I move my hips, slowly pushing myself forward. The head of my cock slips between her wet, swollen lips and when I slip myself in a little further, Harper gasps and bites her bottom lip.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She smiles. “More than okay.”

I slide my cock in further, driving it deep until I'm fully sheathed inside of her. Harper moans and arches her back as I start to thrust my hips, moving inside of her. As I start to fuck her harder, she rakes her nails down my back, making me grunt, a small amount of pain blending with the pleasure.

I pump my hips faster, groaning, relishing the feeling of how tight she is.

“Harder, Rob,” she says. “Remember, I'm not going to break.”

I give her a grin and do as she asks. I start to move my hips harder and faster, pounding my cock into her tight little opening. She's writhing beneath me, thrusting her hips upward to meet my downward thrusts, taking my rod deeper into her. Electrical currents of pleasure run through my veins and I feel like my body is ablaze with passion. With desire.

She gives me a cheeky little grin and slaps my ass. “Harder, baby,” she moans. “Fuck me, Rob. Fuck me hard.”

“You have no idea how much that turns me on, Harper.”

She bites her bottom lip and grins at me. I pound myself into her even harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing around the room and blend with our cries of pleasure. It's the sound of an erotic symphony. The sound of passion. And the sound of love.

Harper's body tenses when I drive myself as deep as I can go inside of her and hold myself there. Her jaw is clenched and her eyes are squeezed shut. And then she screams my name so loud, I'm half-afraid Miguel and Jack will hear it from across the hall.

Her body seizes up and begins to shake and tremble. Her voice stutters as she gasps and moans my name over and over again. When the muscles inside of her tighten around my stiff rod, it pulls a gasp out of my own throat. I didn't think she could get any tighter than she was, but she just proved me wrong.

“Come for me, baby,” she gasps. “Keep fucking me and come for me.”

I thrust my hips again, driving my cock into her deep and hard again and again. She's still in the throes of her orgasm and every movement I make inside of her draws another cry from her. Her nails are digging into my back so hard, I'm positive she's leaving furrows.

The pressure is building up within me and as I thrust myself into her again, I feel the dam within me begin to crumble. Another couple of thrusts inside of her and that dam comes crashing down.

“Harper,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, I'm coming.”

“Yes, baby,” she cries.

My cock begins to pulse and I feel it begin spurting my hot spunk inside of her, filling up the condom. I shudder and grit my teeth, the sensation of being so deep in her as I blow my load is overwhelming.

We cling to each other, our bodies pressed together, our kissing passionate and fierce as we ride out the waves of pleasure together.

And when our orgasms subside, when our hearts slow, and our breathing returns to normal, we're left looking into each other's eyes. I plant a small, soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.

“I love you, Harper Wilkins.”

When I realize what had just fallen out of my mouth, I feel my eyes grow wide and my heart stumbles all over itself. I didn't even realize I was going to say that until the words had literally fallen out of my mouth. I look into her eyes, wishing more than anything, that I could pull those words back in, make it so that I'd never uttered them in the first place.

But when she looks back at me, instead of recoiling in horror, she smiles.

“And I love you back, Roberto Rossi.”

And suddenly, my heart swelling with emotion, I know that waffles are suddenly the lowest item on my list of things that made my morning great.