Sixteen
SIXTEEN
REV
The car ride to Harley’s house is quiet, filled with tense anticipation. Every few moments, I glance over at her, catching the way her hands twist in her lap and the occasional tremble in her fingers. She looks out of the window, lost in her thoughts, and I can tell she’s as nervous as I am.
When she told me she’d bought her own home, I was so proud of her. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I’ve never got round to it. If Harley and I are going to make this work, I need to get my arse in gear.
She deserves somewhere she can come back to when she needs to feel safe. Maybe a place where we can start a family. Who knows what the future holds, but I can say with absolute certainty that my path will always lead me back to Harley.
When we pull up to her house, which is right by the coast, the sight of it makes my heart race. She’s never invited me to her home before, and I feel honoured to be here now. I know this is her private, safe space. And then an unbidden thought pops into my head—who else has she brought back to this place? What about the other men she’s dated? I can’t stop the jealousy that starts to burn through me.
I should have been her first, but I sacrificed that privilege when I left her hurting on the bench by the sea all those years ago. Now this house is about to become the backdrop for a new chapter in our story. I cut the engine and sit for a moment, gathering my thoughts.
Harley looks at me then, her eyes searching mine.
“Are you ready?” she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, offering her a reassuring smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
We get out of the car, and I quickly grab the backpack of clean clothes from the back before, I follow her up the path to the front door. The night air is cool, and the sky is dotted with stars. It’s a peaceful contrast to the turmoil inside me and the chaos we left behind. Harley steps inside first, and I trail after her, closing the front door softly behind us.
She leads me through the house, which is very modern in its decor with glass everywhere, and when we reach the lounge, the floor-to-ceiling windows reveal a spectacular view.
“What made you choose this location?” I ask, but when I stop at the window and look out, I already know the answer. In direct sight of where I’m now standing is our stone bench.
“It was an obvious choice,” she says, her voice trembling slightly.
I take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s ace.”
“I… I want tonight to be perfect,” she admits, her voice shaky. “But I’m so nervous.”
I step closer, taking her hands in mine. “It doesn’t have to be perfect,” I say gently. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. We can just be together. I’d like to take a shower and change first, if that’s okay?”
We ascend the stairs, and I can feel the tension in her grip. When we reach the landing, she leads me down a hallway to her bedroom. The door is ajar, and pushing it open, she steps inside, and I follow. The room is cosy with soft lighting, and the faint scent of her perfume lingers in the air.
Harley turns to face me, her eyes wide and uncertain.
“We’ll take this one step at a time.” I tell her, hoping to ease some of her anxiety.
She looks up at me, gratitude and relief shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Hadrian. I’m just… I’m scared.”
I pull her into my arms, holding her close. “I know,” I murmur against her hair. “It’s okay to be scared. We’ll take things slow. There’s no rush.”
We stand like that for a moment. The steady beat of her heart against my chest calms my own racing pulse. When she finally pulls back, she looks a little more at ease.
“Feel free to use my bathroom,” she offers, pointing towards her en-suite.
I don’t want to be away from Harley for too long, so the moment I step under the spray, I lather up and clean off the dirt from today. It’s refreshing to feel the cool water on my skin, and as much as I wouldn’t mind a longer shower, I have a beautiful woman waiting on me, so I don’t linger. I exit the shower, and grabbing a towel, I quickly dry myself off, and put on a clean T-shirt and boxers before returning to the bedroom.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
“Let’s sit down,” she suggests, leading me over to the bed.
We sit, side by side, on the edge of the mattress, and I keep hold of her hand, drawing circles with my thumb on her skin.
“Harley, you mean everything to me,” I tell her softly. “I want this to be special for you, but more than that, I want you to feel safe and comfortable.”
She nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I do feel safe with you, Hadrian. More than I ever have with anyone else.”
I smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “That’s all I want, Magpie.”
Harley leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. We talk for a while about everything and nothing. The conversation flows easily, and I can feel her tension slowly melting away.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” she says after a while, her voice wistful. “About what all this means for our future.”
I take a deep breath, my heart swelling with emotion. “Me too. I want a future with you, Harley. Whatever that looks like. Wherever it takes us, I want to be with you.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “Even if that means leaving everything you know behind?”
I nod, my resolve firm. “Even then. You’re worth it, Harley. We’ll figure it out together.”
She smiles, and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds. “I want that too,” she says softly. “I want to be with you, Hadrian. No matter what.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. Eventually, Harley shifts, looking at me with a tentative smile. “Can we lie down?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course,” I reply, standing up to pull back the covers. She slips off her shoes and slides under the sheets, and I join her, lying on my side, facing her.
I reach out to gently caress her cheek. “You’re beautiful,” I say, the words slipping out without thought.
She blushes, a soft pink spreading across her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
We lie there, the quiet of the room wrapping around us like a cocoon. I can feel her trembling slightly, and I draw her closer, hoping to offer comfort.
“Just relax,” I murmur. “We’re in this together.”
She nods, resting her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
“I’m trying,” she says, her voice muffled. “I just don’t want to mess this up. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long.”
“There’s nothing to mess up,” I assure her. “We’re just two people who care about each other, figuring things out. That’s all that matters.”
She sighs, her body relaxing. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”
I chuckle softly. “I’m glad to hear that. I just speak from the heart.”
We fall silent again, the rhythm of our breathing synchronising. As the minutes tick by, I can feel the last of her tension easing away. She looks up at me, her eyes soft and full of love.
“I think I’m ready,” she says quietly.
I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Only if you’re sure,” I whisper. “We can take things slow, remember?”
She nods, a determined look in her eyes. “I’m sure. I want this, Hadrian. I want you.”
Her words send a thrill through me, but I keep my touch gentle, my movements slow. I kiss her softly, taking my time, letting her set the pace.
She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. Our tongues dual as I explore her mouth, tasting the sweetness that is pure Harley.
My cock aches to slide inside her now, to feel her wetness envelop me. I break the kiss, and slowly help her out of the top she’s wearing. The blue lace bra she has on makes her tits look luscious, and when I remove it and drop it to the floor, my mouth immediately makes its way to those perky light brown nipples that it’s been watering to taste.
I tease and taunt the hardened nubs, causing Harley to whimper with every lap of my tongue. Her hands hold my head against her breasts, her fingers tugging at my hair, and her hips undulating as she loses herself to the pleasure. My thigh rests between hers, and her heat warms me.
I move lower, my mouth teasing its way down her stomach, and when I reach the waistband of her jeans, I look up from my viewpoint. I wait for her approval, and when she nods, I remove the rest of her clothes.
I kiss my way down to her mound. There’s a strip of hair leading to my prize, and the moment my tongue reaches her pussy, the volume of Harley’s moans increases, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.
Her arousal wets my tongue, and the sweetness of her tastes like the freshest strawberries on the warmest of summer’s days. I want to gorge myself on her.
“Hadrian,” she moans my name, her hands once again tangling in my hair, tugging and pulling at the strands. “Rev. Oh, fuck,” Harley whimpers.
Her body trembles as her thighs lock against the sides of my face, keeping me in place. I glance up to see her head thrown back and her eyes shut. Her body is a quivering mess as she holds onto me.
Moving my mouth away, I slowly tease her open with two fingers before pushing them inside her. They slip easily into the warm wetness that my cock is weeping to feel.
“I… I…”
“Shh, Magpie,” I whisper as I press kisses to her inner thighs.
I remove my fingers from her pussy, and kneeling up, so she can look at me directly, I lick every drop of her cum from both digits.
There’s a shy smile that tilts the corners of her lips. It’s the sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Her body is pure perfection. Her full figure is exquisite in the moonlight that’s shining through the bedroom window. The silvery light illuminates her. She looks every inch like the goddess she is.
“I… I want to,” she whispers.
She reaches out and pulls at my T-shirt, and I realise she wants to reciprocate. I allow her to slowly undress me as she kisses and bites her way over the ink that adorns my body. From my neck down to my stomach, Harley taunts and teases me. She’s a playful kitten, and I’m her willing toy.
But when she tugs at my boxers, I know I may lose all control. I bite down on my inner cheek to keep from coming too soon. This is a dream come true, and the idea of it not being good for her doesn’t sit well with me.
She gasps when my hardened cock flops out onto my stomach, and she notices the Prince Albert piercing.
“Oh,” she whispers as she grips me in her hand, and I almost come, right then and there.
“It doesn’t hurt.” I don’t know why I say it, but I’m finding it hard to focus and keep myself from losing it.
Her tongue darts out, and she flicks her tongue over the tip sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. From my toes all the way up to the top of my head.
“Harley,” I croak, and she stops and glances up at me. “I need to be inside you,” I tell her honestly. “I can’t hold back.”
A soft giggle escapes her plump lips, and the corner of her mouth tilts upward. “Okay.”
We move in sync, as Harley lays back and I hover over her, nestled between her thighs. “You tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur as my cock nudges her opening. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers with a nod. And then, I’m sliding into her. The tight heat that wraps around me has me biting my lip so hard I taste blood, and I lose myself in the moment until I’m fully seated
Harley feels like heaven and hell, forgiveness and retribution. She’s holding on tightly to me, her hands around my neck, and when I pull away slightly, she whimpers.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just don’t go so slowly,” she mumbles as her hips lift against mine, and I thrust back in, harder than before. Harley’s hiss of yesss is the response I’m hoping for.
Our bodies fit together so easily. And our initial nervousness gives way to a deeper connection. It’s not about perfection. It’s about being together and sharing this moment. I can feel the love and trust between us growing stronger with every touch, every kiss, and every thrust.
“Harley,” I whisper against her cheek. “I may not have been your first, but my God I’ll be your last.” It’s a promise.
I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. Her walls pulse around me as I fuck her harder and harder. My body moves faster the closer I get to my own release, and her body responds in kind.
When we finally come, together, I look into her eyes and see the love shining in them. It’s taken us far too long, but we got here in the end, and that’s all that matters.
“I didn’t think anything could feel so good,” Harley whispers against my neck as her fingers draw over the ink on my chest. “This is what perfection feels like.”
Afterwards, we lie together in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Harley rests her head on my chest, and I hold her close, feeling a sense of contentment I’ve never known before.
“It was worth the wait,” she murmurs, her voice filled with awe. “Thank you, Hadrian.”
I smile, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Thank you, Harley. For trusting me. For being with me. This is just the beginning for us.”
She nods, her eyes closing as she nestles closer. “I can’t wait to see what the future holds.”
I watch her as she falls asleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm. In this moment, everything feels right. The challenges we face and the decisions we have to make all seem more manageable with Harley by my side.
As I drift off, I know that whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together. And that’s all that matters.