Chapter 9 #2
The tension in her shoulders melted, her lips curving into a shy smile that made my cock twitch harder against my pants. I'd been half-hard since spotting her in that towel, but now? It ached, straining like it wanted out yesterday.
I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, letting her see the hunger in mine. "Feel that?" I murmured, guiding her hand down to press against the bulge in my slacks. She gasped softly, fingers tentative at first, but she didn't pull away. "I'm so fucking hard for you, Harper."
Her cheeks burned pink, but that relief-fueled happiness kept her bold. She nodded, biting her lip again, and started stroking me through the fabric—slow, unsure strokes that only ramped up the need. "Like this?" she whispered, voice breathy, like she was testing the waters but desperate to please.
"Yeah, just like that," I growled, voice rough as I unzipped, freeing my cock into her palm. It throbbed hot and heavy in her hand, the skin velvet-smooth over steel.
She wrapped her fingers around it, awkward but eager, pumping gently. Her touch was inexperienced, almost clumsy, but fuck, that raw sincerity made it hotter.
I thrust lightly into her grip, watching her eyes widen as she felt the full length, the veins pulsing under her touch. "Now, on your knees, sweetheart. I want your mouth on me."
She hesitated for a split second, but that spark of joy won out—she sank down, towel still clinging precariously, her wet hair framing her face like a halo. Kneeling there, she looked up at me with those big, trusting eyes, and damn if it didn't make me harder.
"I've... never done this much," she admitted softly, but she leaned in anyway, tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the pre-cum beading there. Her movements were hesitant, lips parting to take me in inch by inch, sucking lightly while her hand worked the base.
I groaned, threading fingers through her damp hair, guiding her without forcing. "Good girl. Suck it deeper—yeah, like that." She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and even though she gagged a little when I hit the back of her throat, she didn't stop.
Sloppy, unpolished, but so fucking willing it drove me wild.
I let her set the pace for a bit, watching her cheeks hollow as she bobbed, her free hand bracing on my thigh. The warmth of her mouth, the swirl of her tongue—it was heaven, especially after days of pent-up stress.
But I wanted more. Noticed how her thighs pressed together, how she squirmed a little—like she was getting wet just from this. That happiness made her pliable, open to anything.
"Stand up," I commanded softly, pulling her off me with a wet pop. She rose, lips swollen and shiny, breathing heavy. I tugged the towel away, letting it drop, exposing her full, soft curves—breasts heavy and nipples pebbled, the dip of her waist leading to those hips I loved gripping.
I backed her toward the bed, shedding my shirt and kicking off my pants along the way. "Lie down and spread your legs for me, Harper. Show me how much you want this."
She complied instantly, that relieved glow making her bold—she climbed onto the sheets, parting her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy. Fuck, she was soaked, folds pink and swollen, clit begging for attention.
"Touch yourself," I added, voice low as I stroked my cock, watching her. "Make yourself come while I watch."
Her fingers trembled but obeyed, sliding down to circle her clit, dipping into her wetness with soft moans. She was shy at first, movements jerky, but as pleasure built, she arched, rubbing faster, her other hand pinching a nipple.
"Kirill..." she whimpered, eyes locked on mine, like she needed my approval. It was intoxicating—seeing her so open, so ready to give in because I'd made her happy.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Crawling over her, I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her slickness. "You're so wet for me. Ride me, Harper. Get on top and fuck yourself on my cock."
She nodded shyly, that joy turning her into putty—I rolled us so she straddled me, her hands on my chest for balance. She lowered slowly, gasping as she took me in, inch by stretching inch, until she bottomed out, her walls clenching tight around me.
"Move," I urged, hands on her hips but letting her lead.
She started rocking, awkward at first—up and down, grinding in circles—but soon found a rhythm, bouncing with growing confidence.
Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and I reached up to knead them, thumbs flicking her nipples until she cried out.
"That's it, fuck me harder. Use me to make yourself feel good."
She did, speeding up, her pussy gripping me like a vice, slick sounds filling the room as she chased her release.
I watched her face contort in pleasure, that earlier relief blooming into ecstasy. She was beautiful like this—flushed, wild, completely mine. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, guiding her deeper when she faltered, but mostly letting her take what she needed.
"You feel so good, so tight," I groaned, thrusting up to meet her, hitting that spot inside that made her shatter. She came hard, walls pulsing around me, a gush of wetness coating us both, her moans turning to breathless cries.
But I wasn't done. Flipping her onto her back, I drove into her again, slow and deep now, drawing out every sensation.
"Wrap your legs around me," I whispered, and she did, ankles locking at my back, pulling me closer. I kissed her then—soft, warm, tasting the sweetness of her submission.
Our bodies moved together, sweat-slicked and synced, the earlier tension forgotten in this haze of warmth. I built her up again, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts until she trembled beneath me, coming undone once more.
Finally, with her clenching around me, I let go, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.
We collapsed together, breaths mingling, her head on my chest as I held her close.
In that quiet afterglow, with her soft sighs and the way she nuzzled into me, it felt.
.. right. Warm, even. Like maybe this could be more than just a deal.