39. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Harvey
A week later, Chad’s basketball camp is in full swing. Parents aren’t allowed to stay and watch because it supposedly distracts the kids, so we’ll pick him up later this afternoon. We walk out hand in hand.
“What do we do now?” I ask.
“As part of my therapy journey, I have to try different ways to cope with feelings and thoughts. One of them is exercise, so maybe we could run together?” she suggests.
“Let’s go home and get changed,” I say. “If you enjoy it, we might need to buy you proper running shoes.”
She tilts her head, her brow furrowing. “I need special shoes to run?”
“It’s better for your knees.”
“I know I’m old, but my knees are just fine,” she retorts.
“You’re not old. You’re perfect.”
She rolls her eyes. “Then why are you telling me to get running shoes?”
“To protect your knees from injury.”
Her eyebrows draw together. “Let's see if I like it before anyone buys new shoes.”
I lean in, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Who knew you weren't into shopping?”
Her lips twitch, but she keeps her expression serious. “If I need something, I’ll buy it. But other than that, I’m not interested in wasting my spare time shopping.”
I step into her space, my hand finding the small of her back, and I pull her closer. “You don’t have spare time now that you and Chad are mine.”
Her breath catches slightly as she arches her eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I nod, lowering my voice. “Yes, so get used to it.”
She rolls her lips to bite back a grin, and my heart feels so fucking full. She’s so beautiful when she smiles. I’ll do whatever it takes to never see that gutted look on her face again.
We enter her apartment, and she heads to her closet. “What should I wear?”
I follow her, and as she stands there in just her white shirt and cotton briefs, I’ve never been more captivated. My gaze traces the length of her legs until they meet her amused expression.
“You alright there?” she asks.
“I’m just admiring how fucking lucky I am.”
A blush rises on her chest. “I know the doctor mentioned running…”
I walk toward her, locking eyes with hers. “Hmm,” she mumbles.
“We could do something else.”
“I think she meant actual hobbies,” she says, her voice cracking slightly.
“Why can’t sex be a hobby?”
“It’s not,” she argues, but there’s no conviction.
“Says who?” I ask, stepping closer until we’re toe to toe. I reach out, skimming my finger along the bottom edge of her top, my fingernail lightly scratching her skin. She visibly shivers.
“Harvey,” she whispers.
My lips twist as I lift her shirt. Her hands dangle at her sides, not stopping me. “Well, I think we could do both. Your first run can’t be long anyway.”
Her breath quickens as I pull the white shirt over her head, leaving her in just her cotton bra and briefs.
“I can’t be late?”
“You mean we ,” I correct, leaning in to kiss her chest where her heart is. She already owns my own heart, and I hope I own hers too.
I’m desperate for her to give me all of herself, but I know she needs time. I need to be patient.
“Harvey…” she breathes.
“Yes, buttercup?” I kiss her neck and along her jaw, and she tilts her head back, surrendering to the moment.
“Don’t stop.”
“There she is.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I pour everything I am into this kiss. Her fingers dig into my back with a ferocity I’ve never felt before, as if she's just as desperate for this as I am.
My fingers find her bra and unclasp it. I pull away from the kiss to push the bra from off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Bending down, I take one of her pebbled buds into my mouth and suck it hard. She whimpers loudly as her fingers thread through my hair.
I bite her nipple softly, then kiss my way to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, before my fingers move to her panties. Pushing them down her legs slowly, I reveal her glistening arousal.
“You need me, baby?” I ask hoarsely, giving away my own desire.
“Yes-s,” she stammers.
“Tell me what you want.”
Secretly, I love her sassy mouth telling me what she wants me to do, before I take over control again.
“I want you to make me come.”
I smirk, lying down on the bed, curling my finger. “Come here and sit on my face.”
She narrows her eyes, trying to read me before following my command. When she kneels on the bed, then hesitates, I grab her legs, dragging her up until her pussy is directly above my mouth.
I hold on to her hips and push her down over my face. A deep growl leaves my chest as I devour her. The sweet taste of her pussy makes me thirstier. I eat her out, and at first, she tries to lift her hips, but I hold her tightly against my face. The moment my tongue enters her, she settles in and succumbs to the feeling. Her hand reaches behind to stabilize her as she enjoys my tongue fucking her relentlessly. Hips moving, she grinds down on my mouth, begging for more. And fuck, it makes me crazy. I’m fucking her with my mouth, and before I know it, her body tightens, then relaxes as she orgasms.
I don’t stop tasting her until she’s spent.
She slips onto the bed, lying on her back, her body flushed, and I throb at the sight. But I want more, so I shift until I’m sitting between her thighs, my hands skimming her hot perspired skin on her stomach until I reach her pussy.
“So perfect and all mine,” I say, thrusting two fingers inside her. Her back arches with a loud moan as I move my fingers hard and fast, her hips bucking, trying to ride my hand.
My other hand moves to her right hip, squeezing it tightly, leaving red marks on her pale skin, making me feral. I fingerfuck her so hard, she clenches my fingers.
“Harvey, please. God.”
“I’m not God. Do these fingers feel like God to you?”
She quivers as she shakes her head, her hair flowing messily over her face.
“No, they’re my fingers inside you, making you feel good.”
Moving my hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it in hard circles has her coming again.
“That's it, baby, come all over my hand. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I don’t stop until her body goes limp, then I pull my fingers out and hover over her. She flutters her eyes open, gazing at me with those bright honey-colored eyes, and I almost come right there and then.
I lower my hips to line my cock up with her entrance. “Watch me fit perfectly inside you.”
We both watch my dick as I sink myself deep inside her pussy. Fuck, she feels like heaven. I’ve missed her and our intimacy.
I begin to move, rocking my hips and looking into her eyes. Her lips part as she pants, her lips pink and swollen, eager for another taste, so I capture her lips in another hot kiss.
When I feel my own climax, I touch her clit with every thrust. Her toes curl and her legs try to close as she chases her orgasm, so I don’t hold back now. I fuck her with everything I have. It’s hard, hot and passionate. My orgasm slams into me like a truck and my body stills as I empty inside her.
Fuck!
“I forgot a condom,” I rasp in a panic.
She’s going to fucking kill me.
“I’m sure I can’t get pregnant, don't worry,” she says shakily, coming down from another intense orgasm.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I haven't gone through menopause yet, but I know it's not far off. At forty-two, getting pregnant isn’t simple for me… it wasn’t easy with Chad either. It took time, and I know how much of a journey it can be.”
I shiver as I pull out of her, then head to the bathroom to quickly clean up, and as I do my mind drifts, and it dawns on me that I want a family with her. Bringing back a washcloth for her, I crawl on the bed and clean her before coming back to lie beside her, wanting to keep talking.
“Do you want to get pregnant? I mean, would you want to?” I ask, watching her closely.
“I always wanted a big family. I wish Chad had a sibling. I never had one, and I didn’t want him to miss out, but I guess...” she trails off, biting her lip.
“I’ll happily give you a baby.” I say it with certainty, leaning forward slightly.
Her eyes widen, and I see her freeze for a moment, her eyebrows knitting together as her mind races. “What?”
“I’ll get you pregnant.” I don’t look away as she shifts uncomfortably.
“But you don’t want that right now.”
“If you want more kids, we’ll have them.” I cradle her cheek, bringing her gaze to mine, making sure she knows I’m serious.
“You’re serious?” Her eyes roam my face, uncertainty etched into her expression.
“Yes. I’d give you anything.” My heart is pounding hard and fast as I try to get her to understand.
Her head tilts, disbelief still lingering in her eyes. “You didn’t want kids.”
“Not before I met you. The only kid I knew before Chad was a friend’s. He was forced to give up a lot because of an unplanned pregnancy. I thought he’d ruined his life.”
“You think kids ruin lives?” She tries pushing me off.
I cup her face gently. “No, buttercup. The only thing that will fucking ruin me is not having you and Chad in my life.”
Her eyes mist over as she blinks. “So, a baby?” she breathes.
“If that’s what you want, we can keep trying.” My hand slides from her hip to her stomach, resting over her scar where she already carried one amazing child. At the thought of a piece of her and me growing inside her, my heart swells.
She giggles as I touch her stomach. “I’m not on the pill. I didn’t plan on being in a relationship. But I don’t know if?”
“It will happen,” I cut her off, knowing where she was headed.
“What makes you so confident?”
“I have good sperm,” I say with a wink.
She laughs, the sound light and playful. “Is that what you think?”
“It’s what I know.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Do you want to make a bet?”
I rub my jaw, a smirk forming, knowing that if we’re trying for a baby, I want something else too. “If I win, you marry me.”
She blinks at me. I know it’s a tough ask because she never wanted to get married again. But I want it all with her.
“I always thought it was just a stupid piece of paper.”
“It’s important to me,” I admit.
She rolls over to look at me. “Really? Why?”
I pull her on top of me, wanting to hold her closer. “I want you and Chad to have my name… Lincoln.”
“You don’t know the meaning of slow, do you?”
“Not when he comes to you,” I say before kissing her, reveling in how she melts into me.
I can’t help the surge of emotion that crashes into me as I watch her eyes fill with tears, and she doesn’t stop the waves from rolling down her cheeks.