“You’ve done so well, Sweet Girl,” I murmur with my lips against the soft skin of her shoulder.
Harper lets out a small whimper as I shift my hips. The sound claws up my spine and even though it didn’t seem possible, my cock hardens even more inside of her.
“Nolan, please tell me it’s time to move. Please tell me it’s time. Otherwise I’m going to explode,” she laughs between her pleas. She’s perfect, she was perfect before we ever started all of this, but discovering the way we seamlessly fit together has only solidified my opinion of how exquisite she truly is.
Gently gripping her hips, I lift Harper off my lap. She follows my lead with a tiny whimper, leaving my dick shiny with her arousal. When her hands hit my desk, hunger strikes low in my stomach.
My slacks are ruined.
Harper’s been a dripping mess since I sat her on my lap. A shudder wracks through my body at the thought. “You did so good,” I praise, dancing my hand along each vertebra, pushing gently once my palm is flat between her shoulder blades. Pressing her chest into the oak grain.
My hand slips down, between her slick thighs, and her words drift off. She’s so fucking wet but I want her messier.I want her scrambling for her next breath and dripping onto the floor. I want to watch her melt into a puddle of pleasure, one she’ll grow to associate with me, that keeps her coming back for more. Day after day after day.
“Nolan, I need—”
Pressing two fingers inside, I’m enveloped in a heat I hope I never get used to. Harper’s fingers claw at the desk at the intrusion before she squeezes her dark lust blown eyes shut and expels an explosive breath. “I know, Sweet Girl. This cunt is a needy little thing, isn’t it?”
She nods with her cheek stuck to the desk. I drag my hand back and plunge back inside.
Harper whimpers.
“That’s my Sweet Girl. Can you take one more?” I wait and only once she nods, I add another finger.
My skin pricks with satisfaction over how well she adapts. I go back to slowly thrusting in and out of her. Harper writhes beneath me, soft, needy whimpers falling from her lips until she eventually begins rocking her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. When her cunt flutters around me, I know she’s close.
Pulling from her, I step back.
“No, what? Where are you going?” Harper glances over her shoulder, brows pinching and glossy eyed.
“Spread yourself for me, show me how wet you are.”
Without hesitation, both of Harper’s hands lift, and grip onto each plump cheek. Dark red nails dig into the flesh, pulling herself open wide without shame. Pride swells in my chest with how fast she’s taken to our dynamic, not a hint of shame or embarrassment. None of the timidness from the first night. In its place, a truer version of herself emerges. Full of confidence and it’s only been days.
She’s bloomed into a woman I never want to be without.
It makes me want things I never allowed myself to feel before. Makes me want to know what she’ll be like in a few months or years. Would she allow her confidence in the bedroom to melt into her daily life? Use her newly uncovered faith in herself to get what she wants? Harper’s meant for bigger things than what Cupid has to offer and I… I want to be a part of it.
And that thought alone kills me.
My fist circles my aching shaft, pumping it once as I step toward her. Harper continues to look up at me from over her shoulder. A dreamy smile on her face as I notch myself at her entrance. With one swift movement as I enter her completely, and without resistance, groaning each other’s names simultaneously.
For a moment, I’m rendered speechless, immobile even, while I’m bombarded by a million zaps of electricity over my skin, my blood replaced by fireworks. I bend forward, brushing my lips against her spine before pulling out and snapping back in.
The room fills with the sound of our skin and Harper’s cries of bliss. And everything else in the world fades away. The sky could come crashing down, or the Earth could split under the sole of my shoes, but I wouldn’t notice or care. This moment with Harper is the only thing I care about.
“I could do this forever. A life with this pussy, this ass…you.” Dizziness takes over my senses, leaving me feeling drunk. “I could keep you forever. You, with your humor and compassion, everything about you drives me fucking wild and I don’t want it to stop.” Words pour out of me, ones that have no business being uttered and should stay locked in the dark corner of my mind, but when I’m around Harper, I can’t help myself. She’s an elixir I want coursing through my veins for the rest of eternity, no matter the cost.
Heavy, shaky breaths are the only sound I get from her but that’s okay. I’ll tell her again, I’ll tell her every day if I have to because at this moment, I’ve done the quickest oneeighty, deciding: Iamkeeping her. I don’t know how but I’ll figure that out later.
“Oh, God.” Harper gasps, nearly choking on the words as each thrust comes faster than the last. My hands continue to dig into her hips and my only hope is that she’ll walk around the next few days with my marks on her.
“Fall for me, Harper.” I pull out, only to drive back inside of her. “You know what I want and I know you want to give it to me.”
I’m staring down the barrel of my own orgasm as it spirals up my spine. But I need hers first, I will always need hers first.
Another minute and she breaks beautifully, coming as she cries out my name. I follow her almost immediately, spilling into her until my hips stutter and my lungs strain for air.
My head drops back. Our breaths even out, my heart stops hammering inside my chest and something creaks from outside my office but I can only stare at the ceiling as I float back down from heaven.
