The way he moves, deliberate and slow, sends shivers racing down my spine. Somewhere between my gasps and the rhythm of our bodies, I can feel his warmth wrapping around me, pulling me in like I’m the center of his universe. His eyes lock onto mine, darkened with desire, and I see a flicker of something more, something that makes my heart race faster. I reach up to cup his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my palm, the heat radiating from his skin blending with the warmth washing over me. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
“I don’t ever want to lose you either, H. Now show me what you’ve got. Fuck me harder, because I really want to come with you.” I urge him on as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing firmer and more demanding. I can feel every ridge, every inch of him sliding against me, and I gasp, the sensation overwhelming me.
“God, yes, Harrison,” I breathe out, my hands gripping his shoulders, pressing him to find his rhythm. “More. Just like that.”
A low groan rumbles from his chest as he shifts his angle, hitting deeper inside me. “God, you feel incredible. I want to fuck you forever.”
“That’s it, H. Just like that,” I whisper, my voice barely coherent, but the need in me is clear. The way his body moves against mine, the way he watches me, it’s all too much and yet not enough. Iwant him to lose control, to let go just like I’m trying to do. I want to feel every part of him, every inch inside me, squeezing tighter around him. He groans, low and deep, and I can tell he’s close too, the way his breaths come in labored gasps, the way he lets out those little whimpers that make my heart race even faster.
“Harper, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as he revels in the feel of my body pulling him in.
“I can’t help it. You feel so good,” I manage, gripping him tighter as he shifts his angle again. He moves just right, hitting that spot inside me that sends a heightened shockwave through my body. A gasp escapes me, followed by a low, desperate moan. “Yes! That’s it.” My fingers claw at his back, the two of us lost in this moment.
“I’m right here, babe,” he replies, and there’s something in his voice—something raw and aching—that pulls me even closer to the edge. “We’re finally doing this, and I don’t want it to end.”
“I love you, H,” I manage, the words spilling out between thrusts.
“I love you too. I’ll love you for the rest of my God given life and then some, Harper, I swear to God. You’re it for me. Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“Me either,” I gasp. “Oh, my God, H, I’m going to come!”
“Fuck! Me too.” His thrusts become sporadic and hurried as he races toward the finish line. I slip my hand between us and use my own arousal to circle my clit with the pad of my finger.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Harrison!”
“I know, babe. Right there with you. Come with me.”
We rock together several more times until I can’t hold back any longer and an orgasm rips through my body sending me into a screaming, shuddering frenzy.
“Oh fuck!” Harrison groans louder. “Your pussy is squeezing me. Fuck! It’s too good. Too fucking…ah, fuck!”
He thrusts into me once, twice, three more times and then he stills above me, my hands wrapped around his biceps as he empties himself inside me. I hold still for a moment, suspended in the aftermath of pleasure, my heart racing as I try to catch my breath. Everything feels electric, like I’ve just crossed over into a new realm where everything is possible, and I can barely fathom what just happened between us.
I have never felt anything quite like this before. The overwhelming rush of joy, relief, and sheer disbelief makes my heart pound against my chest. Harrison pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, those crystal blue depths filled with warmth, desire, and all the love in the world.
“Harper,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead, his fingers lingering against my skin. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my cheeks flushed, a smile creeping onto my lips that makes me giddy. “I’m more than okay. God, H, that was?—”
“Unbelievable,” he finishes for me, grinning like a fool.
“Holy shit,”I whisper, panting, as I pull my hand from between my legs, reminding myself to breathe after the orgasm I just had. After ten years I should have something else to bring me to the brink and spill me over the edge. I should have newer memories to make me feel the pleasure I desperately seek, but I don’t.
Because no memory exists for me that makes me feel as intensely satisfied as the ones I hold in my heart of Harrison and I together.
My phone dings on my bedstand and I gasp at the invasive sound over the silence of my bedroom. Picking up my phone, I read a text that—surprisingly—is from Harrison.
Harrison
Hey. What are you up to?
Oh, nothing. Just getting myself off to memories of us fucking because that’s all I’ve got these days. You?
Me
Not much. Just getting ready for bed. You?
Harrison
