Harper
The hold on my hair vanishes, but Colton’s eyes never leave mine as he leisurely relaxes back into the couch.
Take all the relaxation you can get now, baby. I’m going to have you sweating in a minute.
Don’t get me wrong, his stamina has earned him a high dose of confidence, but he’s never seen me try.
I pull my hair to lay over one shoulder as I drop my head to Colton’s lap, kissing the crown as I sit back on my heels again.
I look up into Colton’s eyes, burning into me with desire and passion and love. How could anyone want more than this?
I halt my steady strokes, starting at his wide base and licking a single line up the underside of his shaft, making his cock twitch against my tongue.
When I reach the crown, I don’t ease him into it, no teasing or priming him for what’s to come.
I open my mouth wide and drop my mouth onto his shaft, sucking him down until I feel him bump the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck—” Colton pants, knees jerking at the sudden sensation of having his cock swallowed. He probably thought I would torture him a little, kiss and lick my way down his shaft until he grew impatient.
Now, would that be any way to treat the man that loves me?
I swallow once before drawing up his shaft, tightening my lips around him as I work back up. His legs shake as I repeat the motion, starting to gradually pick up the pace of him bottoming out in my throat.
When his hips are rocking and needy, I slow the pace back down, bringing him to the brink and then yanking him back to steady ground. His hands, the ones that were casually resting on the back of the couch are now clench tight around the material they drape over, but his gaze never leaves my face.
I release the base of his cock as my lips slide down, relaxing my jaw and throat to take him as far as I can, desperate to let my nose bump his stomach. Just as I take him another inch further, my hands tug on his pants and briefs, pulling them down together to his ankles in front of where I kneel.
The motion pulled his ass closer to the edge of the seat, causing a small thrust with the sudden movement, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat.
He groans in pleasure, and if my lips weren’t pulled tight around him, I would be grinning ear to ear.
I love the way he falls apart for me, that he isn’t shy in letting me know the way I affect him.
I break eye contact, pulling off his cock with a wet pop and shifting slightly lower. Replacing my lips with my hand I begin stroking him in rough quick movements.
His hips buck off the seat when my mouth closes over one of his balls, already wet from the spit and drool that dripped down.
He’s panting now, mumbling something over and over that sounds more like a plea as I switch my mouth back and forth... It’s been such a short time, and yet I feel like I know his body better than my own, how to pull him to the edge with me before we cascade together.
This is a solo trip, and I’m going to make sure that when he falls, he remembers who pushed him. I can feel him swelling even more in my grasp, my fingers straining and still unable to meet around him.
When his body is thrumming with pleasure I pull back up, leaving my hand to work his base while I close my lips tight around the first few inches of his cock before I meet my own hand.
My lips and hand work together, riding up and down his length as I shift my other hand under him, rolling over his balls with my palm before I work my hand lower.
I can feel his legs tense as I circle the tight entrance of his ass with one finger.
I look up at his face, mouth rounded in surprise and eyes trained on the mirror behind me.
He’s watching the way my ass bounces as I move, the garter holding the stockings in place to frame my ass as it shifts and jiggles.
I widen my knees, letting him see the way the crotch of my panties shines in the reflection from my own arousal. He moans before he closes his eyes.
I lick the tip of his crown before sinking back down, hollowing out my cheeks with the descent.
His eyes open slowly, dazed and euphoric, and when they meet my gaze, I press up firmly against his ass, not breaching his entrance, but applying a pressure he’s never felt there. His eyes widen before he shouts, “Fuck, Harper—Fuck!”.
I feel the first warm pulse of cum on my tongue as he lets go, eyes watching me swallow him down. I do my best to keep up with his release, but I can feel a small drop escape the corner of my mouth and trickle down my chin.
When Colton’s body sags in relief, I finally let him go, using my thumb to gather the small pearl of cum and drag it back to my mouth.
I stand then, finally able to admire the strong body of the man that loves me.
He stretches his arms up to me, a silent request to let him pull me down, to feel me pressed close against him.
I tangle my hand in his and yelp when he pulls fast, like I would change my mind if he didn’t act quickly.
I straddle him on the couch, arms around his neck and face pressed close to breathe him in.
We sit in a calm silence as his hands run circles over my back and arms, my own playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
This closeness feels like a living thing, slithering between us, drawing us deeper into each other.
It feels like everything and not enough at the same time, that this sated feeling only exists in his arms and the moment we break this connection, my heart will pulse in need.
I place my hand over his heart, wondering how he could question what he means to me.
Everything it took to get us here and he thinks other men would even exist for me in a world with him in it.
It’s truly laughable. To think of Grant as my lover, I couldn’t help the laughing scoff that escaped me when he posed it in such a way.
His anger and jealously driving his desperation to show me what I already knew to be true.
There is, and only ever will be, Colton.
“Grant did save me,” I speak the words quietly, not wanting to bring chaos into this peace, but Colton’s body stiffens under me at the name on my lips. I don’t shift my body or try to move. I don’t want to move.
“I’ve told you about him, but I don’t think you were seeing all that clearly in the moment to recognize the name. Grant is Sadie’s old professor, the one that came to get me when she was in trouble.”
His body stays rigid for a moment before he blows out a long breath, a tortured grumble escaping at the end.
“Are you telling me I just told the other owner of the club that he wasn’t allowed to have his phone on him?” he asks.
“You sure did, acted like a real jackass too,” I can hear the giggle in my own voice.
“What are the chances I could explain to him that I’m a jealous boyfriend who thought he was making a move on the girl I love? Think he would show a little compassion instead of demanding my dismissal?”
The girl I love.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” I say, tightening my thighs around his own as a shield.
He tilts my face, leaning down to brush against my lips in featherlight kisses, the mere moments of my lips not on him too much to bear. This isn’t so scary.
I spent years believing I would never find this, that my fear of rejection, fear of disappointment and fear of betrayal had so withered my heart that it no longer beat. I feel it now, making its presence known, a quick thumping pace to match the one that beats against my palm.
“I love you Harper,” he coos into my ear, tilting my face to run his nose along my jawline.
I know this feeling in my heart, the butterflies taking flight in pure joy. I know what it means and the words to express it with the man before me, but the fear clings on.
I open my mouth to say those three little words I know to be true, but nothing comes out.
Too many times, I have mistaken the warning signs for butterflies, to trust them any longer with the fate of my heart.
Too many times, I have gotten excited, just to have this fragile thing ripped away from me, scattering the remains of my heart in its wake.
If I don’t cross that line then perhaps the pain won’t be as strong when it inevitably shatters.
Just maybe, if I keep those words for myself, I can keep my heart whole a little longer.
I know it makes no sense, but the minute I say the words aloud I feel like I’m daring the universe with my happiness, that it would anger the gods to see me awash in love.
I need to keep this a little longer, need to keep him a little longer.
I pull away to look up at his angelic face.
I love you too.
“Colton?”
“Yeah, Sunshine?”
I love you too.
“Take me home.”