“Exactly, because you like this, don’t you, Sweet Girl? You like being helpless in my lap. You like being full of me, dancing on the edge of oblivion.” He suffers again. “Barely any time has passed, but you’re so close, aren’t you?”
He shifts, forcing fireworks to explode as I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp down on my tongue to keep from crying out.
“You don’t have to be quiet. In fact, I prefer you loud.”
“Do you know why I like this?” he asks.
I shake my head, falling forward onto my elbows. The sudden change in position pushes him further into me, forcing a groan from my chest.
“Because it's a way for you to let go and give yourself over to me. It's not overtly stimulating, it's a way for youto be in the moment, with me, here. A way for us to be connected, and I like being able to do that for you.”
With his finger, a feather light line drags down my spine, spiking of debilitating pleasure to bloom under my skin. My body shivers. “How long do I have to wait?”
His body vibrates with a low hum as he contemplates. Whatever answer he gives, I’ll happily take it, because at this point I can’t tell if I want to stay like this, skating along the brink of exhilaration, or if I want to jump from his lap, lay face down on his desk, and beg for him to fuck me.
“I’ll let you know when your time is up.”
What an agonizingly beautiful response.
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Fifteen glorious, torturous minutes later, he pushes his keyboard back, closes out all his windows, and shuts off his computer. Whatever comes next is sure to be mind blowing but instead of any sort of movement, he asks me a question. “Do you have a dress to wear to the ball yet?”
I don’t move, not until he tells me, but I answer, even with fading thoughts swirling down a drain, unlikely to come back. “What?”
“A dress, have you gone out to buy one yet?”
“No.”
“Good, tomorrow we’ll go and get you one.”
It doesn’t seem worth it to fight the offer and I need to get one anyway. “Thank you.”
I watch him smile from over my shoulder. A soft, tender pull at the corner of his lips. “How do you feel?” he finally asks a few seconds later.
“Good,” I answered honestly. “Very full. Very, very aroused. I think even one small move will send me flying into an orgasm.”
As he laughs at my last comment, I can’t help but think about how much I like hearing it. He’s laughing more around me and not only when we’re in positions like this. But even during quick interactions at work.
We've tumbled into a peculiar relationship where a whole new side of him, one I never knew existed, is wide open specifically for me. I get his quiet laughs, his longing looks, his hands on my curves, and even though they are all given in secret, I wouldn’t change a single thing about what we have.
“How do you feel?” I ask, filling the silence. As much as he says this is all for me, I really like knowing if I’m pleasing him too.
Surprise jumps in his eyes before he answers. “I also feel on edge, like one stroke of this wet, tight pussy will have me spilling into you. And I feel proud, proud and horny.”
“Proud?”
“Of you, of course. Placing your pleasure and curiosity into my hands is a gift, seeing you take to it so naturally, and that I’m the one you choose to give it to, all of that makes me feel proud.”
All I can manage is a quiet “oh” because out of all the things I assumed he might say, proud wasn’t amongst them.
No one’s ever told me they were proud of me. Not my friends, not the people I work with and certainly not my family. At some point, I stopped even reaching out to people for the word and decided as long as I am proud of myself, that’s all that matters.
I didn’t expect hearing the words from someone else's mouth would have tears rushing to the surface.
Nolan shifts forward and my eyes flutter shut, forcing the tears back. I’ve been patient, and now I get my reward.
It’s a sublime versionof heaven when I’m inside Harper. A place where happiness seems endless and every moment is better than the last. A place I could live and die in, forgetting the world even existed. And I’m dreading the day all of this has to come to an end. I’ve fallen faster than light travels across the universe, harder than a meteorimpact into Earth. Devastating, world ending, because even though it feels impossible all I want is to keep her.
