29. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Harvey
My hand slides carefully over her clothes as I carefully remove each piece. I watch as her hands drop from my chest to the sides of her body. She watches my hands undo the delicate buttons on her shirt and zip down with care.
Our clothes are all off in a matter of seconds. The confidence in her now as she stands here is different. She's not trying to hide her body or stop me from seeing her completely naked like last night. Instead, she stands tall and presses her breasts out toward me. Right now, I want her to only feel, and not think about anything. She needs to understand how much I've fallen for her and how much I love her body. I'll show her how desperate I am to please her.
Her fingers trail from my shoulders down my chest, brushing over the patch of dark hair before skimming my stomach. She slows to a tease near my erection, then drags her nails back up, leaving me burning for more. I can tell it’s affecting her too—her cheeks are flushed pink. It doesn't stop her from gliding her hand through my hair and tugging on it hard to tilt my head back, exposing my neck. I swallow roughly as I wait with anticipation for her next move. She moves her mouth to the base of my neck and kisses, sucks, licks and bites her way up to my jaw, leaving little marks along my skin. Then she starts along my jaw to meet my mouth, where she nips at my lip and I lose it, capturing her lips in a growl.
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to my bed, where I lay her down delicately. She looks beautiful laying on my gray blankets. Her hair fanned out messily around her head, I kiss her this time, along her jaw and neck. I run my palm over her chest and squeeze her breasts before moving down over her stomach and then over her mound and slowly making my way through her wetness. She bucks her hips, desperate for my fingers again, but I fight against her to bring her the best pleasure today.
She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. "I want to taste you, buttercup. Will you let me?" I ask in a deep, gravelly tone.
"Yes-s," she begs on a wobbly breath.
The memory of how she felt in my arms last night instantly causes my body to overheat, just like the way her hooded eyes look right fucking now.
My thigh settles between her parted legs, my hands gliding over her hips and thighs, savoring every single bit of her. I kiss her, starting at her lips and following an invisible path to her scar, my touch soft. Gently laying kisses on top of every inch, I admire its beauty to bring a child into this world, one as clever and as kind as her.
She whimpers, and it's a sound I haven't heard before, a mix of pain and pleasure. As I look up, there’s a trickle of a tear leaking from the corner of her eye.
I kiss the top of her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent at the same time. She moans when I place a kiss a little lower. The single tear still bothers me, but as if she can feel how tense I am she speaks.
"Such a good boy."
I lift my mouth from her with a smirk. "One kiss and look at you. Opening up like a flower."
"Don't get ahead of yourself," she says with a feisty tone, rolling her head back on my bed.
"Inside, I knew there was something good between us. Calling me your good boy makes me fucking crazy."
"Prove it,” she challenges, her eyes daring me to show her.
Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her clit before glancing up at her flushed face, parted mouth, and closed eyes. I bring my mouth back to her pussy, but this time, I push two fingers inside of her at the same time. Enjoying the way her tight, warm pussy grips me. I continue giving her clit attention while I finger her. Her breathy moans are coming out faster. With each swirl of my tongue on her swollen clit, her back arches, and she pushes her breasts up to me. A silent beg for attention. My hand skims her stomach until I find the left nipple and tweak it, causing another whimper.
"Please don't stop," she commands, gripping a handful of my hair and bringing my head between her thighs to where she wants me.
"Never." My head settles between her legs, my hands on them firmly to keep them parted as she moans at every thrust of my finger or every suck of her clit.
Her thigh muscles tremor, just before she tightens her grip on my hair as she cries out. “Oh my God, that’s so… good.”
It doesn't take long and she's rocking her hips, chasing her orgasm and calling my name.
“Is this what good boys do?” I curl my fingers over her G-spot as I rub her clit with my tongue, loving every moment of this. My cock is harder than ever.
“Yes,” she cries, rubbing her pussy harder on my face. “I’m so close.”
“Come. Let me taste you,” I beg before licking her clit just as her orgasm tears through her and I feel her coming on my tongue.
When her body stops convulsing, I crawl up, and her blissful face is hot as fuck.
My cock is leaking, and I don't want to come without being inside her, so I grab a condom from my bedside table and roll it on.
As soon as I’m back on the bed, she pushes me until I'm lying down. This shift in power is a delightful change. I let her have her moment. She maintains eye contact as she grabs my cock, lifts her hips, and slowly takes me in. As I watch my dick enter her, it's intoxicating. She's tight like a vise, but she sets the pace, edging herself ever so slowly down to when she's almost taken all of me. Her hands rest on my stomach for stability.
I watch the last bit of me go inside, and when she's fully seated, I wait a minute before she adjusts. As she rocks her hips, I rock the opposite, and that friction has her moaning my name in a long drawn-out pant. "Haaarveeey."
"So fucking tight."
My hands are on her hips as she rocks faster, and I feel her thighs tense around me as she quickens her pace. She’s chasing her orgasm, and it isn't long before she's quivering and calling out.
As her orgasm rolls through her, mine hits me hard, and I grip her hips, holding her there as I empty.
Her eyes flutter open, and a sexy smirk lifts the corner of her lip as our gazes meet.
She trembles when I pull out, dropping her head in the crook of my neck, trying to suck in deep lungfuls of air. I run my hands up and down her back.
Disconnecting briefly so I can dispose of the condom, I come back and pull her up farther on the bed so I can hold her.
"Here I was, thinking you were cocky and controlling," she says, breaking the silence.
I click my tongue. "There's something blissful about handing over control. It's so fucking freeing. And baby, you need someone to take control over you every once in a while, to free your soul.”
She gives me a look, as if to say, how the fuck would you know …
She opens her mouth to say something, but just then her phone rings. Her eyes widen in surprise, and she quickly stands up, heading downstairs naked to grab it. I get up, following her, watching her as she reads the screen. Unable to hold back, I ask, “Who is it?" My frown deepens when I notice her expression shift, turning cool and distant.
"Butch’s parents."
"What do they want?"
She lifts her gaze from her phone to me. Her eyes are wide and scattered.
She paces the room. "I don't know. I'll have to call them back to find out, but if I had a guess, they want to see Chad."
"Do they know their son did drugs?"
"They found out the same day I did."
Why am I acting like he’s my kid? I need to sit back and let her handle this. Although I know next to nothing about him, I can’t stop the hatred I feel when he’s mentioned. And I know enough to make me want to protect Jemima and Chad from anything associated with him… including his parents.