Soon his hand was inching down the elastic of my yoga pants, and again I moaned as he touched me through my lace panties. I felt my wetness below, and I knew he could too. I whimpered and moved my hips beneath him. His fingers kept toying with the lace, and I almost yelled at him to rip the rest of my clothes off when he stood up and pulled off my pants and, along with them, my underwear. There I was— completely naked in front of Harvey by the light of the lantern, in my parents’ house, after a hurricane. It was surreal, and yet I’d never been more alive.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, and then he lowered his head to my breasts once again, leaving me in a kind of ecstasy I didn’t know existed. His tongue made circles on my belly button as his hands ventured lower. I gasped when a finger slipped inside of me, finally giving me a hint of what I needed. My breath hitched. He removed his finger and lowered his head below my belly, but I panicked and lifted his head up in fear.
“I, uh... I don’t like that,” I said, still trembling from his touch.
“Why not?” He looked confused.
“I just don’t.” I didn’t want it all to stop, but I was afraid my insecurities would scare him away. He shrugged his shoulders and then came back up to kiss me.
“Do you like this?” he asked after a long kiss.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“And this?” He asked as his fingers alternated between entering me and tickling every sensitive spot down there.
“Mm-hmm,” I said unable to speak. I had enough wherewithal to reach over and work on his jeans button, and he helped take them off and then his boxers. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help myself. Holy crap, he wasbig.I was shy about it, but when he touched me again, I reached over and put my right hand around his shaft. He closed his eyes and kissed me harder, and I began to move my hand up and down. His groan was like fuel to my fire, and I burned for him.
“I want you inside me,” I said, not sure if I actually said it out loud, but then he did just that, and I nearly died of pleasure. The way he filled me so completely, the way our eyes connected, the way he smiled down at me...
It started out slowly— each time he thrust in deeper than the last, and then he picked up the pace. I moved with him, and together we were rocking to an intoxicating rhythm. Soon I was aware of a buildup, taking short gasping breaths, and reaching the end. It was intensely glorious, the orgasm spreading throughout my body in spasms beyond my control. I cried out in rapture and then felt his own release pulsing inside me as he slowed to a halt above me. His mouth was open and a low grunt escaped him before he uttered the word, “Fuck.”
After a minute of recovery, Harvey looked down at me and kissed me. Then he fell onto the bed, pulling me towards him. We were spooning, and I was vaguely aware that we had just had unprotected sex on my childhood bed, and my parents might be home at any minute. I didn’t care. His arms around me made me feel safe— safer than I had felt in a long time, and I fell asleep.
