“Um, I just wasn’t expecting it this soon,” he said. Her heart nearly stopped while he took a couple of breaths. “Okay. My mom will be bugging me to meet you, though.” He grinned.
Her turn to gulp. “Why?”
“Yeah, if you’re supposed to be my girlfriend, and I’m moving in with you, she’s going to want to meet you.”
Oh, shit! Panic struck. She wasn’t ready for this, to meet his family. On her own terms, sure, but not now. Not yet.
Her mind raced. “Tell her you’re going to be house-sitting for me while I’m out of town for a while.”
“Are you going to be out of town for a while?”
“I’m going to Boca, to my Dad’s, for the weekend. I leave on Friday after work. We just don’t have to tell her when I’m coming back, right? Then you can tell her I offered to let you stay at my place permanently since we already spend so much time together. It’s not like I don’t have plenty of room. We don’t have to tell her I’m your girlfriend yet.”
He propped himself up on one elbow and studied her. “What’s going on?”
“I just don’t want to put you on the spot with your parents. This way, it sort of eases you in. We’ve already travelled together. This won’t be much of a stretch for them, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.” He didn’t look convinced. She suspected he’d revisit this topic later.
She curled up next to him again. “So, this weekend?” She’d already had an extra key made, and programmed an alarm code in for him. In the morning, she’d go through all of that with him.
For tonight…
He stroked her hair. “I hope you believe me when I say I’m doing this because I genuinely like you. If we’d met under other circumstances, I’d still want to be with you.”
She closed her eyes and smiled, content, as she inhaled his scent. “I believe you.”
They drifted to sleep. At some point in the middle of the night, he awoke to find Harper’s mouth engulfing his cock. He reached over to the bedside table, where he’d left the other condoms, and grabbed one, handing it to her.
“How about you put this on me.” He crossed his arms behind his head and tried not to laugh as she eagerly ripped the pouch open, tossed it to the floor, and rolled it onto him. She straddled him.
Before she could put him inside her, he stopped her. “Uh-uh.” She looked up at him, startled.
“What?”
“Ask me for it. Good girls ask for things. They don’t just take them.”
A sultry smile replaced the shock on her face. “I want to fuck you.”
“I said ask for it.”
She grinned even wider. “May I please fuck you?”
“Hmm.” He wanted to toy with her. “Have you been a good girl?”
She eagerly nodded. Then she started rubbing her clit up and down the underside of his cock. She was already soaking wet, he could tell from the way she slipped and slid across the condom.
“I guess you can, then. But I want you to put me inside you slowly, all the way in, and wait until I give you permission to move.”
She softly moaned as she did, the hot walls of her cunt feeling great even through the thin layer of latex separating them as she obeyed him, taking her time slowly impaling herself on him.
He grabbed her hips and firmly dug his fingers into her flesh. “Start moving. Slowly.”
She braced her hands on his chest as she did. In the dim light, he loved the look in her eyes, the barely constrained passion. This was the side of Harper he knew only he got to see.
He realized, with not a little bit of surprise, that he would do everything in his power to keep it that way, to keep her as happy as he could, for as long as she’d have him.
He lifted her up as he thrust into her. She let out a soft gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes!” she whispered.
He let his hands travel up her sides, to her breasts, where he played with her taut nipples. He tweaked them, causing flutters in the muscles of her vagina that nearly caused him to blow his load right there.
“Are you my good girl?”
She nodded.
“Will you do what I tell you?”
“Uh-huh!”
“Then start moving and fuck me, baby.”
She’d never felt anything this good, this right. She wanted to spend the rest of her life in bed with him. It scared her that she was so willing to cede control to him.
She’d analyze it later.
Right now, all she wanted to do was get her brains fucked out. She closed her eyes as she rode his cock, every touch of his hands sending hot sparks through her flesh and straight to her clit. She didn’t have many partners to compare Doug to, but as of now, he was by far the best lover she’d ever had. And no one had ever been able to make her come by fucking her before.
“You like my cock, baby?”
“Yes!” It felt like she had no strength to do anything but ride him, to feel his cock stroking against her clit with every thrust.
Then his hands glided down her body to her swollen clit. He gently pinched and rolled it between his fingers. “Show me how much you like it. Come for me.”
She sobbed as her orgasm hit her. He waited a moment, then rolled her over onto her back, her ankles over his shoulders and her wrists pinned over her head. “Come for me again,” he growled in her ear as he slammed into her.
She didn’t think it possible, but her body responded as the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the room.
He chuckled. “Such a good girl.” He thrust hard and deep as waves of pleasure assaulted her. Then he sank into her one last time, deeper than the others, with a loud grunt, and she felt him coming.
Silence descended upon them. He lowered his forehead to hers and kissed the tip of her nose.
She burst into tears.
Alarmed, he rose off her and gathered her into his arms. “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
She clung to him, sobbing harder. “I’m…fi–fine!” she cried. “Th–that was g–great!”
After a moment, he pushed her just far enough away he could look into her face. “Those are good tears?”
She vigorously nodded, unable to speak anything else right then.
“It’s okay, sweetie.” He gathered her tightly against him, stroking her hair. “It’s okay.”
It had scared him at first when she started crying. Then it took everything in his power not to laugh at her when he realized they were happy tears. He held her tightly until her sobbing subsided and she had regained her composure.
“Are you all right?”
Sniffling, she nodded.
He gently brushed tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Nothing’s wrong. I don’t know why I cried like that.” She snuggled tightly into his arms.
He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. Her hair felt wonderfully soft against his flesh. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”
She held on tighter. “I don’t want you to.”
“Okay, then. We’re in agreement.”
No, she didn’t want him going anywhere. It scared her a little how much she didn’t want him to leave.
Okay, scared her a lot.
She knew she would come to rely on him in the working aspect of their relationship, but now that things had progressed much faster than she’d anticipated, she fought against the niggles of worry that wanted to creep in and steal her joy. It felt so good—beyond-description-good, she’d say better-than-sex-good, except that it was sex—to let go of control to him for a little while. It didn’t matter he was a couple of years younger than her. He had a calm and comforting air about him that had worked through her usual defenses.