Harper sighed as his hand took a leisurely trail down her stomach, settling over her mound.
Trent slid his upper leg between hers and lowered his fingers over her clit.His groan reverberated through her spine.Dipping the tip of his finger into her wetness, he withdrew and lazily circled her sensitive nub.
Harper gasped, vibrating with need as he stimulated her.Every time his finger brushed her clit, small sparks lit off inside her.
“Trent,” she called out, her orgasm starting to build.She needed more of his delicious friction to send her over the edge.
“Like this?”His voice was gravelly as his finger slid deep inside her, his palm brushing her clit as he pulled out again.
Oh, it felt so good.His fingers suddenly withdrew and she felt him start to move behind her.
“Stay right there, sweetheart.”She heard the telltale sound of a packet ripping and then felt the bed dip as he returned behind her.
They both groaned as Trent pushed his way inside her.He felt so huge in her sensitive channel as he slid in to the hilt.
Sliding his leg back between hers, Trent began to move at an exquisitely slow pace, pulling all the way out until only the tip of his head remained, then squeezing back until he was pushed hard up against her core.
Every nerve ending was on fire as he pumped into her.
“Oh my God, Trent.”
His hands roamed her body, stroking her breasts and grabbing her hips to pull her tight against him.
Trent’s breathing was changing, more frantic, punctuated by moans and soft murmurs as he picked up speed.“Oh… fuck… Harper,” he groaned.
His finger returned to her mound, teasing her until the full force of her orgasm was bearing down on her.White light blinded her as it ripped through her, stealing every coherent thought she had.
She shuddered as he pushed hard into her one last time, lost in his own release.
Chapter Fourteen
She should have tried being this happy with every customer months ago.Her tips were up considerably today.Biting her lip to hide yet another grin, Harper made a mental note to buy more chocolate sauce.She shivered as she poured a blended coffee into a clear plastic take-out cup.
Thoughts of Trent had ensured most of the day had passed quickly.When Drea arrived at two o’clock for the late shift, Harper was still grinning.
Standing next to Drea was a slightly older woman, her hands tightly clutching the shoulders of a young boy with curly brown hair who was dressed in a Florida Marlins shirt and shorts.
“Aunt Celine, this is Harper.Harper, this is my aunt Celine,” Drea said, gesturing between the pair.
Harper walked from behind the counter to join them near one of the empty tables.“Hi, Celine.I’m so pleased to meet you,” she said, shaking Celine’s hand.
“Thank you for agreeing to see us.”Celine’s voice was soft and calming.
Harper crouched down.“Well, you must be Milo.I’m very pleased to meet you.I like your jersey.”
“My momma got it for me for my birthday,” he replied, revealing a missing tooth.
Drea held out her hand toward him.“You wanna come get some ice cream with me?”Milo nodded enthusiastically and Drea led him toward the counter.
Harper stood and smiled at Celine.“Please, sit,” she said, extending her arm toward a table.
Celine’s hazel eyes welled with tears.“We’re at a loss, Harper.He’s so far behind and it took us ages to convince anyone that something was wrong.I just don’t know where to begin.”
Harper grasped Celine’s hand across the tabletop.Finding out your child was going to struggle through school was as big an adjustment for parents as it was for the child.Learning disabilities, ADHD, behavioral problems.All could be assisted or managed, but while it was true that there were many great teachers and resources, it never seemed to be enough.
“Well, let’s break it down together and see what you need.We’ll separate home and school.The most important thing to remember is that while dyslexia can’t be cured, proper instruction and processes can help alleviate some of the difficulties.First, let’s talk about what school support you’re entitled to.”
Harper collected the series of notes she had written during their conversation, and handed them to Celine who paged through them carefully.
