I raise one brow. “Someone can fill in for me,” I reply, dipping my head to kiss the hollow of her neck. “Like they have for the past few weeks.” I had to take time off work for the first time in a decade merely to get my fill of Harper. I wouldn’t be able to focus properly had I not taken the time to relax and just be with her in all ways. My mind has never been in a better place. With the truth came this calm clarity.
Harper grabs my arms and pushes me back to a kneeling position. I moved into her house the same night I proposed. She was a little stymied I already had my stuff packed, but when I told her I put all my money on black, she had to appreciate my herculean effort to claim what I wanted and rode me on my living room floor, front door wide-open.
She scrambles up to kiss my mouth, her tongue dipping in and out, teasing me, and then runs her mouth down my pecs, abs, and down to my dick. She takes it into her mouth. I groan out a long string of curse words mixed with her name. I lay my hand gently on her head as she bobs up and down, but I don’t push down. Shehatesthat. Harper sucks and licks at her own pace that just so happens to be frightfully maddening.
“I need to be inside you, Harp,” I say. “We don’t have enough time for this.”
I have to go to my parents’ house for the night so we don’t spend the night before our wedding together. As it stands three of Harper’s friends and her mom are in the kitchen behind our closed door. We’re supposed to be in here working on our vows, but we’ve done nothing but each other in the two hours the door has been locked.
“There’s always time for this,” Harper mumbles around my cock. She sits up. “But I’d rather like it if you were inside me.”
My dick jerks. “You’re speaking my love language,” I exclaim. Harper presses a finger over my lips. “Quiet, they’ll hear you.”
I roll my eyes. “They heard your second orgasm when my tongue was fucking your pussy then, too.”
“My God. Say that again. I’ll come a third time,” Harper says, smirking. “I mean it,” she adds when I don’t speak.
I say it again, whispered in her ear, while dipping a finger inside her slit. Sliding closer to her, on my knees, I push my cock down so I can rub her clit with the head of my dick. “This is what you want?”
“Yes,” Harper moans. “I want it now.”
Her face is flushed and she has red beard stubble rash everywhere. I’m so fully all over her body that looking at her is the ultimate turn-on. Harper is mine. Tomorrow she will be mine in the only other way she’s not. Officially. For the rest of time, I’ll get the girl I’ve wanted my entire life.
Harper reaches between her legs and guides me into her, leaning her body to position my cock deeper. She opens her eyes to meet mine. “Now,” she says, a ghost of a smirk dancing on her lips.
Grabbing her hips to take some of her weight, I fuck her, watching my dick disappear as I fill her. She clenches around me as I rub her G-spot from this position. I go slow, taking it in, appreciating everything happening in front of me. I’ll never get tired of this, will never take Harper and our connection for granted again.
“How does that feel?” I ask, trying to control my breaths. The urge to come is always there if she’s naked and in front of me, but when I’m watching my dick spike into her cunt, it’s another world desire. Filling her with my come is the only thing I can think of after she orgasms around my dick.
I want her to have my babies. I want to see her round with my children. See how she changes over the years, time granting me the ability to love her in all of the phases of life we have left. She went off birth control the day we planned the wedding two weeks ago.
“It feels good. Rub me like that. I’m going to come so hard,” Harper says, trying to keep her voice down. She realizes she didn’t speak quietly and throws a hand over her mouth.
I keep up the slow assault on her until I can tell she’s about to go out of her mind. She circles her hips and that provides a completely different sensation and I groan. “Keep doing that and I’m going to come before you,” I whisper, but it comes out like more of a growl, through clenched teeth. “Stop. No, don’t stop, keep doing it.”
Harper smiles, eyes narrowed, happy her little game is driving me insane. “I want you to fill me with your come, though. All of it. Fuck me,” Harper says, using her tongue to trace the bottom of her lip. My mouth goes fucking dry as I alternate my gaze between her hot snatch eating my dick, and her face, which might be just as much of a turn-on.
“Your filthy mouth makes me want to come down your throat,” I say, using my thumb to rub her clit in tight small circles. Harper’s leg muscles tighten and her eyes fall closed. Then she comes, her pussy grabbing onto my cock like a death grip. Once the waves of her orgasm subside, I thrust into her deeply and change position so she’s fully on her back and I’m on top of her. “But I want to come in your pussy more.”
My pace doesn’t match my words. I’m slowly gliding in and out, while my lips play with hers. Opening and shutting in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in a way that lets us know we were made for each other. “Come in me,” she says, words a breathless plea. “I want you to be a part of me.”
Her request is hotter than a million filthy things spoken from another woman’s mouth. Leaning down to rest my face in her neck, I whisper, “You already are.”
Harper clings to my neck as I jut between her legs a few more times and spill inside her deep and hard. I don’t want to move, and Harper doesn’t want me to go anywhere either, her heels digging into my ass, holding me inside.
“I love you, Benny,” she says, her words lighting my ears like my favorite song.
“Tomorrow I’m going to make you my wife, Harper Jean, and it’s going to be the best day of my entire life.”
She sighs, content and warm under my body. “It took so long to get here,” she says.
“And it will be that much better because of it,” I reply, leaning up on my hands to gaze at her face. She has a huge red mark on her shoulder and neck from my five o’clock shadow. I kiss one of the marks. “I need to get away from you before my dick gets hard again.”
Wincing, I draw my cock out of her body slowly, deliciously, every inch feeling her tight walls. “Dear God in heaven, thank you for Harper’s body,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “You have no idea how much you affect me,” I admit, palming my cold dick. I want her wetness on my hand.
She sits up, hair a tangled mess, body flushed and face mirroring the satisfaction I feel. “And you have no idea how much that makes me want you back inside me.”
I groan, throwing myself away from her, backing into the dresser. “Wicked woman, with your magic pussy powers. Stay back.” I hold out a palm in her direction.
