I moved my fingers back down to her thighs ready to devour her with my mouth the way I had the other night if that was what it took to get her as wet as I needed her to be.
No matter what happened tonight. Harper was not getting hurt.
I drew circles over her clit with my thumb gently before applying pressure and felt the slick heat multiply with every stroke.
“Gah…” she writhed at my touch and I moved on top of her before reaching into the dresser for a condom.
“No,” she urged before I could even tear the wrapper off. “I—I’m clean and…if you say you are, I’ll believe you.”
“You would?”
She nodded.
My jaw locked as I flicked the wrapped condom off to the side somewhere. I couldn’t tell. My eyes were too focused on hers. I leaned in close. “I am.”
I kept my eyes on her as I positioned myself between her legs. I smoothed the tip down her entrance, ensuring enough wetness before sliding in, slowly, pushing myself past the tightness, watching every inch of her body’s reaction to me.
Her fists were tight around the sheets at her side, her eyes squeezed shut and she tightened around me.
Releasing a breath, I moved down to her, connecting our lips, smoothing my hand around her face. “Breathe, beautiful,” I whispered against her skin, then put a hand against her chest until I felt it rise and fall in appropriate speed.
With her eyes closed, she inhaled through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth, the tension easing in her core with each breath. Leaning down, I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her against my chest, while the other gripped her hip so that our bodies were flush.
If she was going to be in any more pain, I needed to feel it. I couldn’t count on her telling me as much.
With ease, she let me stretch into her and I stilled, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.
A whimper made me freeze. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and opened her eyes. “So much better than okay.” She rocked her hips against mine, taking me in deeper and I groaned in response, knowing that her pain was gone, and she was feeling nothing but pleasure.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her choice of words frustrating me as I waited for her to scream my real name. “This feels so good.”
She squealed, pressing her lips together and turning her head to bite down on my palm.
“Scream baby. No one can hear us here, I promise. I want to hear you scream.”
She cried out as I thrust harder into her. The intense rain thundering against the roof and windows of the tiny shed-like house.
“Fuck, Harper.” I almost lost myself inside her until I remembered that I wasn’t wearing a condom and pulled out emptying myself onto a nearby shirt, groaning as my orgasm ripped through me.
Panting, I slid beside her and pulled her against my shoulder. Sex with Harper was painfully sweet. I was sure of it, but I still needed confirmation. I needed to know she knew who she just gave her virginity to.
But right now, I wanted to hold her, feel her warmth as she snuggled into my chest, our bodies naked and tranquil.
I knew it was selfish, but if this was all I was getting from her, I wanted the whole nine yards.
We fell asleep in the peace of our breathing. We didn’t need to speak. We were comfortable. Harper felt safe, content and every part of her told me this was where she wanted to be. She had no doubts.
And I wasn’t sure if I loved it yet.
Or if it made me angry.
But I knew one thing. We needed to talk.
At dawn, I walked her to the back door of the main house, knowing everyone slept until at least nine and she would be more than safe walking to the bedroom unnoticed. “Do they still call this the walk of shame?”
I laughed. “There is nothing shameful about what we did last night.”
