Page 91 of Pining for Pierce
“You didn’t mean to. That’s what’s important. And now I wanna forget about all that. We have each other, Pierce, and nothing can come between us.”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I murmured, turning her onto her back and burying myself deep inside her, losing my mind, as well as my heart.
We fell asleep much later, in each other’s arms. That’s becoming normal for us, although I woke with a stiff back, wishing I didn’t have to work. I did, though, and while I showered, Harley prepared our breakfast. When I came out, she was wearing one of my t-shirts, and nothing else, and I knew how hard it was gonna be to go downstairs and separate myself from her. I wanted to stay with her, to hold her, to talk to her… to just be with her. But I couldn’t, and after breakfast, I kissed her and told her I’d see her at lunchtime, my hands wandering over her bare ass.
She nodded, licking her lips as I walked backwards to the top of the stairs, and then turned and went down, before I was tempted to stay.
I opened the store, which was busier than it had been of late, with a steady flow of customers for the first couple of hours. I’d just seen the most recent one from the premises when I turned and found Harley staring at me from behind the counter. She’d changed into jeans and a blouse, and although I regretted that, I could understand the necessity.
“What are you doing down here?” I asked, sauntering back toward her.
“Well,” she said, coming out and meeting me halfway. “I’ve showered, and tidied the apartment, and put on some laundry, so I thought I’d come and help.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, putting my hands on her waist and smiling down at her. “You’re tired.”
She leaned up and kissed me. “Be quiet,” she said. “And tell me what to do.”
I chuckled. “Kiss me some more.”
She giggled and did exactly that.
It was so much fun working with her, and although she left dealing with the customers to me, she was great at keeping the place tidy, and keeping me supplied with coffee and kisses.
We closed the store at four, as usual, and went upstairs, cooking dinner together, making a pasta bake, with more than enough left for another day. We stored that in the refrigerator, and fell into bed, both of us exhausted.
Sunday, my back was a lot better, as was Harley’s leg, and although we were both tempted to take advantage of that and spend the day in bed, being a lot more vigorous than we’d allowed ourselves until then, we also felt like going out. So, after we’d showered, we wandered over to the coffee shop for a late breakfast, which was lovely. We took our time, only leaving when they were about to close, and then we went for a walk along the creek. The weather was a lot better, and I’d brought a small sketch pad with me, so we sat together for a while, and I drew my very first picture of Harley. She made an excellent model, sitting still, and doing exactly as I told her, and although I’m not the best at life drawing, I was pleased with the result. I’d only drawn her head and shoulders, but I felt as though I’d captured the essence of her, and she seemed to like it, too.
“I’d like to draw you nude one day,” I said, as we got to our feet, heading for home.
“Really?” She seemed surprised.
“Yes. Only if you agree, of course.”
“As long as you don’t show it to anyone else,” she said, sounding shy, and I held her a little tighter against me as we walked along.
“Hell would have to freeze over before I’d show anyone something like that. It’s between us.”
“Good. In that case…” She let her voice fade, and I put my mind to deciding how to sketch her. It wasn’t easy. After all, how do you do justice to perfection?
It was late afternoon by the time we got home, and although I was keen to put my ideas into practice, Harley had other thoughts in mind, and almost as soon as we’d reached the top of the stairs, she pulled my t-shirt off, over the top of my head.
I smiled down at her, knowing what she wanted, and took her hand, leading her to the couch. I undressed her, then pulled off my jeans, and as neither of us was wearing any underwear, we were soon naked, and I sat down, pulling her with me, onto my lap. It was the work of seconds to grab a condom from my wallet and roll it over my cock, and Harley watched, wide-eyed, before she straddled me, taking me deep inside her, and letting out a low groan of satisfaction as she ground her hips in a slow circular motion.
“Didn’t you tell me the stretch would get less noticeable after the first time?” she said, raising herself up, resting her hands on my shoulders for leverage, and then lowering herself down again, whimpering as she did so.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Well, it hasn’t.”
I held her still, my hands on her waist. “Is that a problem? Does it hurt?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I like it. I like having you deep inside me, too.”
She ground her hips again, her head rocking back, and I pulled her down even harder, raising my hips at the same time, making her gasp. “Like that?” I said, and she nodded her head.
“Do that again.”
I did, over and over, faster and faster, until she came apart in my arms. I wasn’t ready to come, but once she’d calmed, I held her for a while, and then I heated the leftover pasta bake, which we took through to the bedroom, eating in bed.
