Chapter 38
LEVI
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
With her brows raised, Harper stared at me, an indulgent smirk curving her lips, and I wanted to kiss it right off her face. “Is that your way of telling me you’re about to toss me overboard? Wouldn’t be the first time.”
I grinned, thrown back in time but unable to pinpoint any single memory because it’d happened so often. Especially in those early teen years before I’d admitted how much I liked her…loved her. Without warning, I’d wrap my arms around her and send us both overboard, clinging to any little touch I could get.
“Actually…” I pulled off my hat and set it on the table before lying down on the padded bench seat, tapping my chest. “That’s my way of telling you to get over here and sit on my face.”
She breathed out a shocked laugh, a flush working its way up her cheeks as she glanced around, no doubt for any nosy onlookers. As if I hadn’t planned for this when we’d dropped anchor, and as if I’d allow anyone else the privilege of seeing her naked.
“You looking for someone to save you, sparrow? I’m afraid you’re going to be searching for a while. There’s no one around for miles. So how about you finally put me out of my misery and show me what’s under that little pink dress?”
She bit her bottom lip, indecision written across her face as she scanned me from head to toe. I didn’t know if it was the pure hunger written on my face or the very obvious bulge in my shorts, but she eventually stood and walked to my side. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly slid her fingers up the outsides of her thighs as if for the sole purpose of tormenting me before slipping them under her dress.
Gathering the material in her hands, she pulled it up her body, each inch of skin revealed torment and ecstasy wrapped up in one. I watched with rapt attention, my mouth going dry as she finally tugged the dress over her head and tossed it to the side. Beneath, she wore a red bikini. The top tied around her neck and barely held in her tits, the bottoms just a scrap of fabric that hugged her full hips, and I wanted to rip every stitch of it off her.
“That was quite the tease.”
“You did say you wanted to see what was under my dress…”
“I believe I also told you to sit on my face.” I licked my lips. “Get up here. I’m starving.”
Still, she hesitated.
I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for her, sliding my hand up the outside of her thigh. “I promise you I’m gonna love it.”
She breathed out a laugh. “I already know that. I lived it the first time around, remember? You begged for it every chance you got.”
“Then what’s the holdup?”
“It’s just been a long time since I’ve done this. And I weigh a hell of a lot more now than I did back then.”
I tugged her closer, running my hands along every inch of her I could reach. “Your body’s fucking perfect. I love every single inch of you.”
And though I wanted those inches settled on my face, my mind had a tendency to fixate on things. Once it latched on, it was hard as hell to shake it off. That was the only excuse I had for why I thought it was a good idea to dig into the other half of her statement.
“How long?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. I didn’t want to know a single detail about any of the men Harper had been with in the years we’d been apart, or I’d lose my fucking mind.
She shrugged, interlocking our fingers when I reached for her hand. “As long as it’s been for you.”
Her answer slammed into me so hard, it took me a moment to acclimate myself to this sudden new reality. I’d been preparing myself for a bit of torture in her answer and instead found nothing but relief and satisfaction. The summer before we’d finally had sex, we’d done everything but, and I’d spent a hell of a lot of those three months with my face buried between her thighs. Some of which with her perched on my mouth.
The first time I’d asked her to do it, she’d been so tentative, so unsure. And I’d done everything in my power to make her feel comfortable because it had been heaven on earth for me. I wanted her weight pressing down on me. Wanted nothing more than to drown in her pussy.
“I’m fucking dying for it, baby,” I rasped, not bothering to hide just how badly I wanted her. “Take those bottoms off and give me my lunch.”
After shimmying her bottoms off, she climbed on top of me and straddled my lap, grinding against where I was already so fucking hard for her. Her pussy was so hot I could feel it through my shorts, the heat of her damn near dragging a groan from my throat. I slid my hands up her legs, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and hips, needing to have her closer. To sink inside her and fuck her until she screamed.
But it wasn’t even close to time for me to get mine.
She rested her hands on my chest as she stared down at me, her lip caught between her teeth. Pressing harder against my cock, she rotated her hips, dragging a moan from us both.
Jesus Christ, I fucking loved this woman. And I didn’t deserve any of the pleasure she made me feel—in my body, mind, or soul—but I was going to take every ounce of it while I had the chance.
With every rock of her hips, every brush of my cock against her clit, she was driving me wild. All while bringing herself closer and closer to the edge and making a mess of my shorts while she was at it.
“You trying to mark me, sparrow?” I asked, gripping her hips and guiding her movements as I held her firmer against me. “Want to drench my shorts with your needy little cunt? I can feel you soaking through the front, so goddamn desperate for it. Time for you to stop fucking around, climb up here, and sit on my face.”
“Stop bossing me around. You know I don’t like it.”
“You keep saying that, but your pussy tells a different story. Now, untie that little bow at the back of your neck and show me your gorgeous tits. I want you playing with them while I fuck you with my tongue.”
She glanced around one more time as if to reassure herself we were the only two souls around. When I dipped my chin in a nod to confirm no one could see us, she reached up and did as I said before repeating the action with the bow at her back. And then my gorgeous girl was straddling my lap, wearing absolutely nothing at all, her body on full display.
Her tits were heavy and full, her nipples hard little pebbles I wanted to suck deep into my mouth. Her stomach was soft and round, her hips and thighs full and lush. The kind of body I could lose myself in for hours, could drown in and never come up for air. And then there was her perfect little pussy, grinding down on me, no doubt aching for release.
“Good girl,” I said, my voice low and rough, all decorum gone. “Now, climb up.”
She scooted forward and braced her knees on either side of my head, her cunt pink and swollen and so fucking wet it made my mouth water.
I couldn’t hope to hold in my groan and didn’t bother trying, allowing the sound to tear straight from my throat. “Oh, fuck me.”
“Later. I did what you said.” She hovered above me before slowly sinking down, her fingers delving into my hair and drawing my gaze to hers. “Now it’s your turn. Make me come.”
A slow smile spread across my mouth as I gripped her ass in both hands. I tugged her down until my lips brushed against her, a tentative touch at first, though it didn’t last long. Her taste was fucking addictive, and I wanted it on my tongue, wanted to swallow every ounce of her pleasure over and over again until she begged me to stop.
I licked through her seam, swirling my tongue around her clit before affixing my mouth to her and devouring her whole. I groaned at the taste of her—sweet and musky and mine. For now, at least, she was mine. And I was going to soak up every second.
She rode my face tentatively at first, the subtlest shifting of her hips as she rocked over me. Never giving in. Never surrendering. Never completely letting go.
Until finally, after I’d made enough gruff noises in my throat, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips to keep her affixed to my mouth, she finally rode my tongue with abandon. Tipping her head back on a moan, she cupped her tits in both hands, her thumbs and forefingers tugging her pebbled nipples. I wanted nothing more than to focus solely on them for hours just to see how sensitive I could make her.
But right now, my only job was to stay alive long enough to satisfy her, all while she tried to suffocate me with her pussy. A death I would gladly surrender to.
“Oh fuck…” She choked out a gasp and fell forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head as she rolled her hips against me. “God, Levi, you’re making me come.”
I groaned into her flesh, holding her tighter to me as I worked my tongue against her. The possessive part inside me lit up at the fact that she’d designated this orgasm as mine. I was the one making her come, and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon. I kept at it, working my tongue against her and pushing her through the first one and straight into another.
Drawing out orgasm after orgasm, I pushed her as much as she could take, until her arousal covered my mouth…dripped from my chin down my neck. I fucking loved that I was covered in her. Loved that she was all over me…her taste and her scent and everything I was wringing from her body.
“Levi.” Her voice was raspy, a pleading edge to it as tremors racked her body while she tried climbing off my face for a reprieve.
Instead, I flipped us around so she was lying on her back, her legs over my shoulders, and my face level with the most gorgeous pussy in the world. “You trying to get away from me?”
“Yes.” She reached down, feebly shoving my head away. “I can’t take any more.”
“You can’t, huh? You remember your word?”
Another shudder worked its way through her as I softly circled her clit with my tongue. Pulling back, I slid my middle two fingers inside her, curling them up and seeking the spot that made her jerk against me. She gasped when I found it, but she rolled her hips in time with every stroke.
“Sparrow. Do you remember your word?” When she still hadn’t answered, I slipped my fingers from her, brushing them softly against her clit before bringing them down in a sharp smack.
She yelped before letting out a low moan, her wild eyes tracking my every movement, my desperate, greedy girl.
“Answer me. Do you remember?”
“Yes.”
“And do you want to use it?”
Rather than answering, she spread her legs wider, sliding her fingers into my hair, and tugged my face until it was directly against her pussy.
“There’s my dirty girl,” I said, slipping my fingers back inside her before licking up her slit.
And then I made it my mission to see just how many times I could make her come undone.
By the time she’d shuddered through two more, I had precome leaking from my cock in a damn near steady stream. She was shaking, her entire body quivering as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and rolled down her temples.
“Levi,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I need you. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”
As a rule, Harper didn’t beg. She said exactly what she wanted and went after it until it was hers. So when my gorgeous girl was desperate enough to do it, I was damn well going to give her whatever she wanted.
After swiping my tongue through her pussy one last time, I climbed up, shucked off my shorts, and settled between her thighs. “How do you want it, baby?”
“Like this,” she said, reaching for me. “Just like this.”
She wrapped her hand around my neck and tugged me down until our foreheads were pressed together as I settled between her thighs, my favorite place in the world. My cock jerked at the first brush against her cunt—hot and so fucking wet—and we both groaned as I swiped my head through her slit, flicking my piercings against her clit.
With a whimper, she dug her nails into the back of my neck. “Need you,” she said, the words little more than a breath.
I didn’t know if she meant it in the same way I needed her, like the earth needed the sun. Or if she just meant this, our bodies rocking together and my ability to give her pleasure until she cried. But it didn’t matter, because I was hers to command. Would give her absolutely anything she needed for as long as I had the privilege.
I sank into her, groaning as she took me deep. Then Harper lifted her legs, wrapped them around my hips, and allowed me to settle inside her those last couple of inches. Until our bodies were flush, her cunt taking me all the way in as if she were made for me.
She let out a breathy sigh as I fucked into her, steady and deep, trying to keep myself under control because there was no fucking way I was going to last otherwise. Not after feasting on her pussy for over an hour and edging myself that entire time. Not when my cock was so primed for her I could barely see straight. Not when she took me so well, her little cunt spread wide around my girth. And sure as fuck not when she breathed those little fuck-me moans straight into my mouth, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I gritted out between clenched teeth, trying to hold out until she got another one. “I’m so fucking close.”
She hooked her ankles at the base of my spine, lifting her hips up to meet my every thrust. “Good. I want you to come.”
“You first.” I slipped a hand between us, thumbing her clit, but she reached down and shoved my hand away before pulling me so tight against her, there was no space between us.
“You’ve given me plenty. Now it’s your turn.” She threaded her fingers through the hair at my nape, holding me as close as she could. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
At her words, my cock jerked before I even knew what was happening, the orgasm slamming into me without warning.
I couldn’t do anything but surrender.
Harper tipped her face up, capturing my mouth with hers as I lost myself in her body. Forever grateful we’d found our way back to each other, while at the same time mourning how little time we had left.