HARPER
Ishould be asleep.
Iwantto be asleep.
But of course, my brain has other plans. Mainly replaying the first time Harrison Meers undressed me like I was something precious he’d been waiting years to touch.
It starts the same way it always does. A tiny flicker of a memory, then suddenly I’m nineteen again, in that cramped off-campus apartment that smelled faintly of cheap detergent and hockey tape.
I’m still replayingthat moment when I let the door close behind me, the weight of it feeling heavier than ever as I close off the world outside. The gentle scent of his cologne lingers in my nose, reminding me of everything I’ve been trying to suppress; homework, exams, spring break.
My heart races when Harrison’s eyes pierce through me, a mixture of desire and something deeper—I can’t quite place it yet—pulsing beneath the surface. His fingers brush lightly against my arm, igniting the familiar warmth where he touches me. The air crackles with an electricity that is both exhilarating and terrifying. I breathe in sharply, as the tension in the room shift. It almost feels like the walls themselves are leaning in to listen.
“Harper,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, each syllable wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “Are you sure about this?”
I nod, swallowing thickly. “I am.”
Without a second thought, he closes the space between us, the warmth of his body mixing with the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room. The air thrums with anticipation as he gently dips his fingers under the hem of my shirt and lifts it up over my head.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Harp,” he whispers as he presses his lips against my neck. I tilt my head to give him more access.
“I really want you, H,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about this night for a long time.”
“First things first, babe.” He brings his hand down over my breast, squeezing, plumping, his thumb brushing across my hardened nipple. “Because up until now these tits have been my favorite thing and I want to lose myself in them one more time before I lose myself inside you.”
I’m drowning in the intimacy of this moment, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matches the cadence of his touch. Harrison’s hands are warm and possessive as they explore my skin, and I can’t help but arch into him, craving more with every brush of his fingers. The world outside fades away. Nothing exists beyond this room, beyond his body and mine.
“Please,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as he hovers over me, his lips ghosting against my collarbone. “I need you.”
His eyes darken, unspoken emotions brewing in those piercing blue depths. “You have me, babe.”
With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, igniting something inside me that I thought had lain dormant for years. His mouth moves against mine with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as if I could merge our bodies into one.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I confess, my words tumbling out between heated kisses. “I think about you every single day.”
“Me too,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my cheek. “Every damn day, Harper.”
His hands slip lower, tracing the curve of my waist before dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. I can hardly contain the butterflies flailing inside me, each flutter amplifying the intensity of the moment. The thought of finally letting go, letting him in, makes my heart race even faster.
I gasp softly, my back arching involuntarily. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promises, his breath hot against my skin. “Trust me, babe. I’m going to make this count.”
With that, he pulls my shorts down my legs and I step out of them, kicking them aside as his hands slide lower, grazing my thighs and sending electric shivers rushing through me. His lips on mine in a slow, hunger-filled kiss, he reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers once the garment falls to the floor. He leans down and drags his tongue across each nipple with slow intention before sucking one into his mouth. I push my hand through his hair holding him against me, my head tilting back as I revel at the feel of him touching me, kissing me, sucking me. With a gentle nudge, he guides me toward the bed and as I lie down, my heart pounds inside my chest in anticipation of what’s to come.
As he moves down my body, I can’t help but crave more of his touch. “Harrison,” I breathe, the sound coming out raw and needy. I feel the tight coil of expectation building inside me, a pressure that’s both thrilling and terrifying. He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze; his blue eyes darkened with lust.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice low, almost gravelly.
“God, yes,” I groan. “I want you, H.”
His hands grip my thighs, firm and possessive, as he pushes them apart, and the heat pooling in my core intensifies. His fingers trace delicate patterns on my inner thighs before slipping inside my underwear.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t wait to feel this sweet little pussy tighten around my cock.”
His voice sends shivers down my spine, and I groan softly. With one swift motion, he grabs my underwear and tears it off, tossing it aside. His eyes devour me as he takes in my total nakedness for the first time.
