Harper
I don’t know what’s got me acting like such a wanton today. Maybe it’s the fact that my entire life basically turned upside down over the course of 24 hours. That’s not a lot of time for you to go from single to in a committed relationship. That’s not a lot of time for you to go to the hospital, fire your office manager, and rekindle a romance with your ex-beau from nearly a decade ago.
My heart feels fine, but my mind is racing.
I need to slow down, to breathe, but I can’t. I can’t seem to stop because right now, all I want is Blake. I want him touching me. I want him inside of me. I want all of him and everything.
I need him.
He strips slowly, seductively. He gives me a teasing little show as he carefully takes off each item of clothing.
“What kind of work did you do in Kansas City?” I ask. “Dancing?”
“No, I worked at an accounting firm,” he says. “But I was quite a hit at all the Christmas parties.”
“I bet you were. You probably made good tips, too.”
“Especially when I did this,” he turns around and wiggles his hips as he pushes his pants down, revealing a very toned, very tanned ass.
“It’s just wrong that your butt looks so good.”
“Yours looks just as nice,” he sounds surprised.
“Do you shave your butt?” I ask, staring at it without shame. Hey, a good tush is a good tush. I’m not going to let this view go to waste.
“It’s called ‘manscaping’ for a reason, love.”
“And what reason is that?” He tosses the rest of his clothes aside and comes over to the bed. Blake stands in front of me and runs his hands up and down my thighs. Then he kisses my neck.
“The reason is so that when I have a chance to make love to a beautiful woman like you, I’m ready. I’m going to make this a night you won’t forget, Harper.”
“I couldn’t forget it if I wanted to,” I say, but my voice comes out breathless and needy.
“Lay down on the bed.” His words are gentle, but the command is obvious. I scoot back so I’m in the center of the bed and I lay back, closing my eyes.
“What are you going to do to me, Blake?”
“Everything.”
I feel the bed shift as he climbs up with me, and then Blake starts kissing my legs. He moves upward slowly, teasingly. By the time he reaches the tops of my thighs, I’m soaking wet and so ready to be touched I feel like I might explode.
He doesn’t disappoint me, though.
Blake slides his tongue along my thigh and over to my lips. He kisses me and teases me, tasting me.
“You’re delicious,” he murmurs, and I spread my legs a little bit wider. I know many of my friends get embarrassed when someone wants to go down on them, but I’ve never been that way. I love it. I love the way this feels. I love the way he looks between my legs. I love seeing him worship my body with everything he has.
I love the way this makes me come apart.
My orgasm sweeps over me like a rollercoaster. I cry out, grabbing his hair. I thrust up into his face and lose all control over my body. I’m flying. I’m gliding. I’m free.
And then Blake is kissing my mouth, bringing me slowly back to reality.
“That was fucking hot, sweetheart,” he whispers. “But I want more.”
“Tell me what you want, Blake. Tell me what you need.” The words slip off my tongue: a promise between lovers that I’ll be what he needs, that I’ll give what he wants because right now, in this moment, I would do anything.
“Spread your legs, baby. I want to make love to you.”
I open up and Blake positions himself between me. He moves my legs up so they’re dangling over his shoulders. I feel open, exposed, but not in a bad way. I feel good, ready. He slides his dick over me, rubbing against me. This just makes me even more excited, even more needy for him.
By the time Blake finally gives me his cock, I’m on the verge of another orgasm. He slides inside of me, filling me. A wave of peace washes over me as he makes love to me. There’s no mistake that this, what we’re doing right now, is meaningful. It’s important. It’s special.
It’s far different from the quick, hot fuck we had earlier in the office. That was incredible, but this is something else entirely, and my heart soars as Blake plays with my breasts, kissing my mouth as he gently slides in and out of me.
“Are you going to come for me again, princess?” He murmurs, reaching one hand between us. He rubs my clit softly, gently. “I want to feel you come with me.”
“Yes,” I groan. “Please, just don’t stop.”
Blake keeps touching me and as my orgasm builds, I’m swept up in waves of emotion and pleasure. Sex hasn’t been like this with anyone else and the realization that I never stopped loving Blake dawns on me. It’s always been him for me. It’s always been us. This is fate. It just has to be.
We’re destined to be together.
There’s no other explanation.
We come at the same time, whispering each others’ names as we do. I open my eyes in time to see the peaceful expression on Blake’s face as he fills me, as he marks me on the inside.
“I love you,” he whispers. He doesn’t even open his eyes as he says it. “I love you, Harper.”
“I love you, too, Blake.”
The words don’t sound scary or forced or wrong. They don’t feel inappropriate or strange. They don’t feel out of place.
They feel perfect, like this moment, and right now?
Right now, I feel like the luckiest damn girl in the world.