Luke

“I want you to come home with me,” I tell her, needing her, but also needing to know what she wants. If she’d rather I take her home, I’ll understand.

She turns to look at me, her eyes locked on mine. I watch as her tongue darts out and wets her lips. Her expression is contemplative, like she’s weighing her options.

“You can say no, Harper. There’s no pressure, no expectations. I’m just not ready to be without you.”

Her head tilts up slightly, showing confidence, and her smile is natural, contagious even. “I’m not ready to be without you, either.”

Swallowing thickly, I try not to put too much thought into her words. Whether she wants to be with me sexually or not doesn’t matter. I’m content enough knowing she’s going home with me.

Once we make it to the building, I open the door, waiting for her to walk inside. Instead, she wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “I had a great time today. I mean, I know it wasn’t all...happy, but I loved spending the day with you. Thank you for telling me everything.”

I pull back, so I can see her. “I’m glad. All things considered, it was a good day.” I gently kiss her lips, but when I start to pull away, Harper’s grip on my waist tightens, and she kisses me back. Hard. Adapting quickly to her intensity, I slide my tongue into her mouth.

Eventually, we separate, both of us wild-eyed and panting. “Harper, as much as I love making out with you, I really want to take you upstairs right now.”

“You can take me anywhere you want,” she says with loads of insinuation.

Fuck me.

She’ll be the death of me, I just know it.

I grab her hand, and we hurry inside toward the open elevator. The moment the doors close, we’re on each other again, kissing and groping each other like horny teenagers. Our moans echo throughout the small space, only encouraging us more. I pin her to the wall with my hands while she wraps a leg around my waist, allowing me the perfect angle to grind my throbbing dick against her heat.

When the doors open to my floor, I lift her up so she can wrap her other leg around me, and I carry her to my apartment. Once inside, she wiggles free from my hold and takes a step back. Her eyes are dark, and her cheeks flushed as she gives me a wicked grin and steps back again.

“Where are you going?” I ask, reaching for her.

She quickly unzips her jacket and unceremoniously drops it to the floor. Her T-shirt quickly following. Then, she’s standing in my living room in only her bra and blue jeans. As much as I’ve wanted to see her undressed, this isn’t exactly how I pictured it.

Every time, it’s always been in my bed.

“I want you to fuck me here...in your living room.”

No.

I take a step toward her. “Harper, I...I can’t.”

Her face falls, and her arms move to cover her chest. In two long strides, I’m in front of her, pulling her arms away. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover yourself up.”

“It’s okay. I understand…” Her voice is shaky, and it’s killing me that I’ve hurt her, made her feel insecure.

“I want you, Harper. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. That’s why I can’t do that—fuck you—here. I refuse to treat you like I treated them. You’re so much better than that.” I cradle her face in my hands, desperate for her to understand. “I want to worship you...make love to you...in my bed. Please, let me.”

Her eyes are still shiny, like she might cry, but there’s an added softness to her delicate features. “Okay,” she whispers.

Relief flows through my body, and I scoop her up in my arms, heading straight to my room. I lay her on my bed and turn on one of my lamps. I need to see her, every inch of her. Removing my clothes, everything except my briefs, I crawl up the bed to Harper. A shy smile is on her lips as I unbutton her jeans. She lifts her hips, making it easier to pull them off her legs.

“Can I take this off too?” I ask, gesturing to her bra.

She nods her head, biting down on her lip to hide her smile.

If she’s nervous, she doesn’t show it. All I see in her big brown eyes are desire and want, and I hope she recognizes the same when I look at her. Unclasping her bra and pulling it away from her body is like unwrapping the best gift in the world. Her breasts are beautiful, full and round, with rosy nipples begging to be tasted.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” I tell her before pulling a tight peak into my mouth. I bite and suck at her plump flesh until her hips begin to move under me, looking for friction. I kiss every inch of her torso and stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. Sitting back on my knees, I run my hand over my straining cock, biting back a moan.

“You see now how much I want you” I ask. “I want you so bad, but first I have to taste.” Harper moans as I grab the lacy material of her panties at the sides and slide them down and off. She starts to close her legs, hiding herself.

“Don’t. I want to look at you.” My voice is raspy, full of need, but I have to control myself. This is about Harper right now, not me. I put my hand on her knee, and her legs fall open.

Holy shit. She’s so fucking wet.

“Has anyone ever kissed you here?” I ask as I run a finger down the length of her pussy, eliciting a shiver from her. Part of me hopes she’s experienced this kind of pleasure before, but a bigger part really hopes I’m the only one who’ll ever get to do this to her.

She shakes her head from side to side, and a cocky smirk tempts my lips.

“Oh, sweet Harper. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Lifting her leg, I begin to kiss from the inside of her ankle to her knee before switching legs and making the same trail all the way to the apex of her thighs. By the time I make it to her pussy, my girl is a quivering, hot mess, and I can’t deny her any longer.

The moment my lips kiss her clit, she reacts, her hips thrusting up as she cries out in pleasure.

“Mmmm...so sensitive,” I moan, spreading her open with my fingers and taking a long, slow lick. “And so good...like fucking honey.”

Burying my face in her, I nip and suck with wild abandon, feasting on the once forbidden fruit. When my need to be inside her takes over, I slide one, then two fingers in her and start to slowly pump them, drawing her orgasm from her.

She grips my hair as she instinctively thrusts against my face. I latch on to her clit and suck until she screams my name.

Slowly, I remove my fingers but continue to softly lick and kiss her folds until her body settles. When she finally releases my hair from her grasp, I look up at her and smile as I kiss my way back up her body, making a brief stop at her tits before claiming her mouth with mine.

Breathless, she says, “That was... amazing.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from whenever you feel up to it,” I tell her, rubbing my hard-on against her thigh. Her eyes go wide for a second.

“Harper, we don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to. I swear.”

“No, it’s not that…”

“Then what? Are you afraid?” I ask, needing to know what she’s thinking.

“A little.”

I let out a deep breath, sliding over beside her, cupping her face. “I haven’t been with anyone in four months, not since that night, and I have always used a condom. I get tested regularly. I promise I’m clean.”

“No, that’s not it,” she says with a nervous smile. “I mean, that’s...good to know, but...it’s just that I don’t have a lot of experience. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone.”

“You and Anton…”

“No, never. Not even close.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I assure her, running my nose up her neck and kissing her lightly. “We’ll go at your pace...whatever you want.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be good enough in bed for you.” Her words are blurted out, and they completely catch me off guard. I freeze, and when I don’t respond, she continues. “You’ve been with a lot of women, and they all seemed to...behave a certain way. I don’t know if I can do that.”

I lie on my back and pull her to my chest, forcing her to look me in the eye. “First, most of those women were paid to act that way, and I didn’t really care if they enjoyed it or not. Second, you’re you, and you’re real and wonderful and amazing. I want to spend as much time as you’ll let me, making you feel good.” She hums in acknowledgement as the tension in her body begins to loosen. “Lastly, sex is a natural thing. Just relax and enjoy how it feels. Don’t worry about acting a certain way, okay?”

“None of the women I saw you with looked anything like me. I would sometimes fantasize about looking like them and wondering what it’d be like if you noticed me.”

“Harper, please don’t compare yourself to them. Believe me, I noticed you. When we met, I was instantly attracted to you, but I felt like I’d never be good enough for you.”

“I’m glad you don’t feel that way anymore,” she whispers. I start to protest, but she stops me with her fingers pressed against my lips. “I don’t want to talk about the past. I just want you to make love to me.”

Without another word, I roll her onto her back and kiss her passionately, moving my hand between her legs. She’s still so wet and ready for me. I discard my briefs and grab a condom from my bedside table drawer, quickly rolling it over my dick. Sitting back on my knees between her legs, I take a second to admire her, not wanting to rush this for a second. I’ve taken too long to get here, worked too hard to become the man she deserves. I’m going to enjoy this.

Taking my cock in my hand, I rub my tip up and down her slit before slowly sliding inside, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch Harper. Her mouth parts as she lets out a content sigh.

Once we’re completely joined, we both still, eyes locked on each other’s, absorbing the intense feeling of finally being together.

Everything we’ve been through...the good, the bad, the horrible...has led us to this very moment, and I know I can never be without her.