Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
L ying in bed the following morning, I tried to think of the best way to take Harper on dates without it impacting Layla. It had been obvious from Matty and Stuart’s comments they knew something had gone down between us. I figured the best way to keep Layla out of the loop was to enlist the support of those in the house.
It felt weird calling a house meeting of the staff while Layla and Harper had left to go to kindergarten, and once Stuart came back, I had a word with him in private about it.
“There you go, I told you,” Matty lectured at Diane and Peter and gave them a smug smile. “I’ve been telling these two since Christmas I thought there was something going on. The tension between you two has been so tight, I almost banged your heads together. I saw the way you looked at her, Cole, and I think Harper is perfect for you.”
Matty and Diane offered to be on call to take care of Layla in the evenings after she’d gone to bed, and this would give Harper and me some time alone together.
I’d never had to enlist the help from anyone to spend time with a woman that wasn’t a driver, bodyguard, or a PA, but the fact was that no one was in the least bit surprised. Dorian, the least astonished of all .
“About fucking time,” he stated, shaking his head. “It’s been torturous watching you two, the angst has been so intense, there were times I felt you’d combust.”
I chuckled at his animated opinion. “You weren’t goading me on Christmas Eve by any chance, were you?”
Smirking, he shrugged. “May have been. You only have to see the way Harper looks at you to know she’s nuts about you.”
“I want to do this right, you know? I’d hate for her to get hurt.”
“She’s tougher than you know and you’re in deeper than you realize. Whether you understand it or not, she’s incredible and you’ll never find anyone better.”
“I wasn’t looking for anyone else.”
“You weren’t looking for Grace either, remember?”
Before I could respond, Harper strolled into the kitchen. She smelled fucking edible and looked divinely elegant in a black silk button-down blouse, black slim-fitting pants, and a white sweater tied around her neck. Her long shiny blonde hair was flat-ironed straight and hung loose. I finished taking her in and my hungry eyes settled on her pert little cleavage. She looked effortlessly beautiful.
When she suggested a movie, I knew it would take a bit of ingenuity to make this happen with any degree of privacy. Of course, I could have made some overtly romantic statement by hiring a private viewing, but I knew Harper, she was a normal girl who liked doing normal things, and while I would have been happy to do this for her, it would have made her uncomfortable.
Deciding the time for grand gestures was somewhere down the line, I enlisted the help of my brother who booked the tickets, buying just enough seats around us to give us privacy without being obvious, and spoke to the manager about having drinks and snacks already in place for us when we arrived.
Wearing a baseball cap, we entered the auditorium after the lights had dimmed and the beginning credits for the movie had started. Seating Harper first, I slid in the aisle seat and took her by the hand.
Clasping my fingers with hers, I glanced apologetically at her for having to sneak around, but the smile on her face when she looked back at me made me feel the fact we were there was all that she needed, how I made it happen was of no consequence.
During the movie, I found it hard to concentrate, with Harper smelling so alluring and sitting so close to me. Turning to look at her, I found myself engrossed in her reactions to what was happening on the screen rather than with the movie itself. I scared myself by admitting I could fall hard for her.
Eventually she caught me, her eyes going wide and her expression rather self-conscious as she mouthed, “What?”
I slid my hand around her head as if I was pulling her closer to talk, but instead I took her by surprise and I kissed her. It was slow and sensual, and I was in no hurry to ramp things up, nor were either of us ready to break the kiss either. Pressing her hands gently, she held both of my cheeks and it felt as if she was making sure I couldn’t get away.
Eventually the movie ended, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the end credits for the minor roles pan up the screen. I had a minor awareness of people rising to their feet around us. I had a semi-awareness of them shuffling past us, but neither Harper nor I made to move as I experienced the longest, most sensual, yet innocent kiss of my life.
As the lights came on we broke the kiss. Harper stared passionately into my eyes, her cherry red lips, swollen and wet, and her cheeks flushed with desire.
“Wow,” she whispered quietly, and continued to stare.
“Yeah,” I muttered, my voice husky and my boner straining, desperately wanting to know what would happen next. Glancing around me, I saw we were the only people left in the auditorium.
“Home?” she asked, a small smile curving her lips.
“That would be dangerous,” I replied with a small chuckle.
“Hence the suggestion,” she stated in a serious tone.
Clearing my throat, I smiled widely, “Home it is then,” I agreed, with excitement coursing through my veins.
My initial wish to move things slowly conflicted with what I’d learned from the past. Time was precious. None of us knew when ours was up. It had been a long hard fight for me to finally accept that it was possible to love someone again without diminishing the love I had for Grace .
As we left the cinema though an emergency exit Stuart was waiting in the alleyway in front of us, and as he closed the car, I had a sense of smugness about having an evening in plain sight of a hundred other people and no one had known I was there.
“Enjoy the movie?” I teased, knowing she’d only seen about half of it.
“Yeah, it was… intense,” she answered, as her eyes flicked to the back of Stuart’s head then looked back to focus on mine. Glancing down at our hands resting side by side, she laced her fingers in mine.
“What part did you like best?” I enquired, my eyes darting briefly to the rearview mirror to gauge how much attention Stuart was paying us.
“Call me a romantic, but the kissing scene took my breath away,” she remarked, and a secret smile tugged at her lips.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“What did you think of it?” she probed.
“I reckon her panties were soaked by the end of that scene,” I replied and chuckled. Stuart glanced in the rearview mirror and bit back a grin as he tried to pretend he wasn’t listening. Harper squeezed my hand so tight she almost broke my fingers in her attempt to shut me up, and I decided it was fun pushing her buttons.
Leaning in toward her ear so as only she could hear, I whispered, “Your pussy just pulsed there, right?”
Watching her jaw drop and her eyes widen told me she was shocked. She had yet to learn how filthy my mind could be.
In the past when I’d wanted a girl, I took what I wanted; but Harper was different because her home was also her workplace, her work colleagues were also her friends, but more than that my daughter worshipped the ground she walked on. I’d wanted to tread with caution, but all things considered I had to be true to what was happening between us.
The rest of the journey was flirty, and Stuart largely ignored us until he dropped us off and we went inside. Suddenly for the first time, Harper looked unsure of herself. Seeing this, I grabbed her hand, smiled reassuringly and led her toward the stairs. She had gone from this self assured woman to someone who looked at a loss on how to behave now that she had what she wanted.
For a moment, I didn’t know where to take her because the odds of Layla finding us in Harper’s room were too high-risk a bet. I glanced at my bedroom door and dismissed it. I wasn’t in a place where I felt mentally ready to take her to my bed.
“Follow me”, I urged, tugging her past every bedroom door to a spare bedroom at the end of the hall no one ever used. Pulling her inside, I closed the door and led her over to the bed. “You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
“I’ve never been as sure of anything in my life,” she replied quietly, as she stood staring into my eyes. “What about you? I’m not going to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and find you gone again, am I?”
Guilt panged in my chest in reaction to her comment. “Definitely not. The moment I give myself to you, is the minute the uncertainty stops.”
My reply brought a broad smile to her luscious lips and her eyes dropped to my mouth. Wetting my lips with my tongue, I leaned in and pressed them firmly on hers. Sliding my hands around her waist, they wandered down to her ass and pulled her closer.
“So, where were we before the lights went up again?” I asked, referring to the long hot make out session we’d had in the theater.
“I believe you were making me wet,” she declared, as if she were reading the news on TV and I chuckled.
“Baby, you have no idea what I could make you do,” I replied, playfully.
“No, I don’t, but it’s been fun guessing,” she replied. I shoved her back on the bed, spread her knees wide, and settled my hips down in between them. “Oh,” she gasped.
My hungry eyes fell to her cleavage as her chest heaved when she caught her breath. Instantly turned on, I felt her body vibrate with anticipation and she looked back at me, her eyes heavy with lust. As I stared at her trusting gaze I realized I desperately wanted her—no—I needed her.
Physically, I was a starving man; emotionally, a man deprived of the soft love of a woman, but none of that was Harper’s fault. For months I’d not only been blocking my physical attractions to her, I’d been denying there were feelings I couldn’t compute for someone other than Grace.
Rolling slightly to the side, I slid my hands across her blouse and tore it open in one swift desperate move. Buttons scattered around the bed and everything briefly froze as I took the time to admire her voluptuous tits and the sheen of her smooth silky skin. Her cleavage was held perfectly in place by her soft lacy bra.
Licking my lips, I held her gaze as my thumbs grazed over the center of each breast where her hard, pebbled nipples lay beneath her bra. Pushing it up I freed them, and I immediately sucked greedily at one while palming the other.
Working my way up to her neck with small kisses, I slid a hand down her belly and into her jeans. Harper gasped again, “Oh,” and her head rolled back as she moaned. “Oh God,” she cried repeatedly as my hands explored and my mouth tasted her body.
Sliding my finger into her soaking wet seam, my cock ached when I found her hard nub. Harper instantly tilted her pelvis toward it for better contact and ground herself with more than a hint of desperation against my hand. “Fuck,” I muttered as my dick grew painfully thick and strained urgently at my jeans.
“Please,” she begged, her head rolling to the side in submission as her hands fisted in frantic grasps through my hair.
Slipping my hand back out of her jeans, I unsnagged the button and slid down the zipper, grabbing both sides in my hands. Rising up on my knees, I tugged roughly at the sides as she tilted her hips to aid their release as I pulled them down. She barely got one leg free before the scent of her nectar lured me in and I hurriedly sank my head between her thighs.
“Watch me,” I commanded, as I bent my head and laved my tongue hungrily along her slit. “Oh, fu…” she muttered, then let out a long breathy moan before rising up onto her elbows to do as I’d asked.
I moved my head roughly between her legs as I licked and sucked, and she bucked and moaned in response. “Oh my God. Yes, Cole.” The raspy, husky tone in her voice sounded desperate .
“Fuck,” I muttered, spurred on by her reaction. Climbing up off the bed, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Grabbing my cock, I pulled on it to ease the ache; then quickly resumed my position between her legs again.
With my mouth on her pussy and my tongue buried in her entrance, Harper’s legs quickly started to shake. She yanked on my hair. “No. Not like this, you. I want you.” Glancing up her body, my eyes locked into hers and she silently willed me to give in to her demands.
“What do you want?” I mumbled against her pussy, because I wanted her to say it out loud. I sucked hard on her clit and her head lurched forward, her chin on her chest, her eyes widening in surprise at the sensations I evoked in her.
“Jesus,” she heaved breathlessly. “Fuck me, I want… Oh,” she gasped again. “Fuck me, Cole. Please.” Her needy pleas dragged me up from between her thighs, and I turned to grab a condom from the back pocket of my jeans.
Making short work of putting it on, I turned back, climbed onto my knees and spread her legs wider, holding her calves in my hands. “Is this what you want?” I teased, my tip barely touching her entrance.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“You don’t sound very sure,” I teased.
I smiled when she glared in frustration, lifted her ass off the mattress, and attempted to wiggle closer.
“Oh, my, you’re so impatient,” I said playfully, and she grunted and growled her displeasure. My balls were killing me, but she looked so fucking sexy when she was riled. “Hm, tell me again what you want me to do,” I demanded.
“Give it to me… inside me,” she demanded disjointedly in a more forceful tone, as she tried to free her legs to wrap them around my back. I gripped her legs tighter.
“I’m calling the shots, remember?” I emphasized firmly, keeping her pinned where she was by my strength.
“You’re a pig,” she replied, and I chuckled at how frustrated she was. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my balls then slid her hand to my cock. Watching me intently, she grasped it and slid her fist up and down with just the right amount of pressure. I groaned, deep and she smiled.
“Fuck. You’re making me feel so good, Baby,” I goaded, but I made no attempt to progress things. Seeing how wound up she was, and how much she wanted me, only made me more determined to control the situation.
“Fuck me,” she ordered more forcefully, gritting her teeth in frustration. When I continued to hold back, she took her other free hand and placed two fingers on her clit, rubbing in small circles and trying to get herself off.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I muttered huskily, as I tilted my hips forward giving a little more pressure to her entrance.
“Please,” she whispered, then mouthed the word again.
Edging my way forward on my knees, I crouched over her body and placed my forehead on hers. The gaze between us grew intense, and I cradled her head between my arms. Gazing into her eyes, I watched her tongue dart out and wet her lips.
“Take me; don’t make me wait anymore,” she whispered. Her lips barely moved but something in the way she whispered shifted within me. I finally acknowledged it wasn’t only lust I felt. I’d held back, because I knew once I had her, my late wife’s ghost would disappear. She was right; it was the start of something more; something bigger than I ever imagined I could feel for someone after Grace.
“Keep looking at me, I want to see your eyes,” I ordered as I pressed myself toward her. Harper’s beautiful, trusting face morphed in ecstasy as my cock slid deep inside her. Her gorgeous blue eyes first widened, then closed in a blissfully contented reaction to my thick cock filling her up inside. Her luscious lips made a silent ‘O’ in response to the overwhelming sensation of her tight walls stretching as I bottomed out inside her.
“Oh, damn,” she husked. “So full,” she gasped, and I waited a few seconds, because I wasn’t a small man. When I figured she was comfortable, I began to move, speaking softly to her as I rocked gently in and out. “Is this what you were after, Sweetheart?” I asked, giving her a knowing smile.
“Feels so good,” she mumbled in a breathy tone .
“How good?” I probed.
“Feels so full,” she tried again and closed her eyes as she basked in the sensation.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded as I rose up on my hands. I lifted my body clear and quickened my pace. Harper spread her legs wider and wrapped them around my back. Digging in her heels, she tilted her ass and took me in deeper. “Fuck,” I hissed because she felt so good, then growled involuntarily at my rising desire to unleash the pent-up animal inside me.
“Don’t hold back, just be yourself,” Harper murmured against the corner of my mouth as if she’d read my mind. If I’d had any doubts about how to gauge how she liked it, they disintegrated the moment she uttered those words. I gave her what she wanted and fucked her totally unrestrained.
Suddenly her warm giving pussy walls resisted as her body became a tightly coiled ball of tension, her muscles squeezed my cock as her legs quivered, then shook uncontrollably as she screamed so unexpectedly loud, I had to cover her mouth with mine to swallow her sounds.
With her pussy clamped like a vise around my cock, I watched in wonder as she orgasmed and shuddered, waves of unadulterated ecstasy coursing through her body.
Letting her recover briefly, I flipped her over on her hands and knees, stopping for a moment to bask in the sight of her table top yoga position. Immediately, my carnal thoughts met my raw lust for her when I took in the naked sight of the perfect uncovered ass I had fantasized over many months before.
Naked, Harper had an ass built for sin and I couldn’t resist smacking it hard and watching her sweet fleshy globe ripple seductively before I entered her again.
Of course, as soon as I slid inside, it was no longer a yoga position, but the very immodest doggy one. Gripping both hips, I glanced at the red welted mark I had branded her with, and in another burst of carnal desire, I pounded into her harder.
“Ouch,” she said loudly, right before I rammed into her again, taking all memory of the pain from her as she quickly got lost in feelings of ecstasy and another unexpected orgasm. “Damn, oh,” she muttered again and again, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Watching her twisting them tight in her fists until her fingers blanched as she moaned was incredible.
The voyeuristic view of her virgin asshole from behind made any resistance to explore it futile. Despite Harper’s admission to her hard limit, I couldn’t stand not to touch it.
Feeling how wet she was, I pulled out my dick, sunk two fingers deep inside her and rubbed her G- spot hard. I growled at how responsive she was to my touch and immediately I felt her walls clamp down around them as she came again.
Pulling my fingers out, I sunk deep inside her again and watched her shoulders slump down to the pillow, making the visual I had even sexier than before. Sliding my coated finger across her asshole, Harper instantly froze.
“Relax, Baby. I promise I won’t penetrate unless you beg me for it,” I coaxed, in a calm even tone. “Do you trust me?” she hesitated then relaxed and murmured her reply.
“Mm-hm,” she agreed at last.
“Then give me your body. Nothing I’ve done so far has freaked you out, has it?”
“No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I stated and continued to move my finger gently again.
After a couple of minutes, I spoke again. “Are you still worried?”
“No,” she stated, clearly.
“Do you like it?”
“I’m not as afraid of it as I was,” she admitted. It was a start.
“Good, remember this, because at some point you’re gonna want to tell me there are no hard limits when you’re with me. My body is yours to do what you want. If you are serious about giving me your body, I want it all. When two people truly connect, there should be no limits with total trust.”
As soon as I had left her feeling positive about the boundary I’d tested, I turned her over and sat her astride me.
“All right, I’ve done most of the work tonight, let’s see what you’ve got,” I teased cockily, and I grinned as I positioned my dick under her entrance again. Sinking down onto me, she bent her head and pressed a kiss to my lips, my tongue slid inside her mouth.
“Mm,” she moaned, as her hips gently began rocking back and forth until we both came up for air and Harper sat up straight. Placing her hands on my chest, she began moving her ass and within seconds she was in total control.
When she rode me, the pressure on my cock was perfect and a few minutes later I felt my own orgasm build in my balls. As they tightened, I glanced up at the intense expression on Harper’s face and my heartbeat raced. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
No sooner were the words out then I saw Harper’s face relax as she let go. My balls tightened as her walls gripped me tighter and we both gave way to the pleasure that coursed simultaneously through our bodies.
“Oh, fuc…jeez,” I cussed none too quietly as Harper lunged forward, worn smooth out by her effort. Her hair was soaked, her lungs breathless, as she lay on my chest. We both chuckled without any hint of shame after our marathon session.
“Goddammit,” she muttered in a tired mumbled voice.
“Yeah,” I agreed, my mind blown as my heart pounded steadily in the afterglow of it all. Easing her to the side of me, I rolled over and immediately dealt with the used condom still wrapped around my dick.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” she blurted out, unabashed, and I chuckled at the enthusiasm in her tone. “But maybe tomorrow… or definitely tomorrow,” she decided, and I laughed.
As I tied the condom off and chucked it at a trash can by the nightstand, I turned, giving her a wicked smile. “Or maybe in a few hours,” I agreed, with a tired smile on my face then I grinned wider.