Chapter Twenty-one #2
“Good,” Charlie whispered and climbed up until she was straddling Harper’s thigh.
She slid her wetness along Harper’s leg until she moaned.
She traced her hands along Harper’s sides and down the line of her spine.
“You are so beautiful.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but Harper was beautiful, and she should know it.
“You know you’re looking at my back, right?” Harper said, her voice a little muffled.
“Every inch of you is beautiful. Perfection, really.” She dropped a kiss to the base of Harper’s neck and nipped at her shoulder, but she needed to touch her.
To feel the wetness that had been pressed against her thigh only moments before.
She slid her hand around Harper’s hip and downward until she found her folds, slick and ready for her.
“Oh, God,” Harper said as Charlie started to move her finger down to gather wetness and then up to swirl it around her clit. She ground her own center against Harper’s thigh, needing pressure, even though she’d just come.
“Do you want me to go inside?” Charlie asked.
“Y…yes,” she whimpered.
Charlie loved how Harper had gone from confident and in charge to whimpering for her touch.
The two facets were so fucking hot. She leaned up on her knees, still straddling Harper’s thigh.
She used the slightest pressure to spread Harper’s legs just a little more.
While continuing to stroke her clit, she slid one finger into Harper from behind.
She gasped, and Charlie felt another surge of wetness between her legs at the sound. Harper ground down as Charlie slid her index finger in and out slowly. “Will you add another finger?” she asked.
“I think we can arrange that,” Charlie said, eager to give her whatever she wanted.
She withdrew her finger all the way and then slowly slid two back in.
Tiny muscles inside Harper quivered as Charlie thrust at an excruciating pace, savoring how tight Harper was around her.
It was all she could do not to ride Harper’s thigh in earnest, but she really wanted Harper to feel amazing and have as intense an orgasm as she’d just had, so she stayed focused on her pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” Harper said as she continued to grind against her. But Harper surprised her when she slid her hips back until she had taken the length of Charlie’s fingers. “How do you feel so fucking good?”
“How do you feel so fucking good? You’re gripping my fingers so tightly that we might have to stay like this forever.” But Harper had started to move faster. Her breathing grew choppy and her hip movements more erratic. Charlie knew she was going to come and wanted to savor every second of it.
When Harper’s body went tense and she cried out, Charlie slowed her fingers, trying to draw out every ounce of pleasure she could until Harper reached back and stilled her hand. “Too much,” she whispered.
“Mmm,” Charlie said and lay half on the bed, not wanting to hurt her. She wrapped her leg around Harper’s hips and pulled her as close as she could.
“I like this,” Harper murmured as she wiggled her hips deliciously against Charlie’s center.
“Me too,” Charlie said, and it was the last truly conscious thought she had before falling asleep, visions of a particularly sexy pirate smile dancing in her head.
When Harper awoke, it was pitch black in the room except for the red numbers on the alarm clock.
The storm had died down, though she could still hear rain tapping against the roof.
She wasn’t sure what had woken her, but the stress that normally plagued her about one thing or another was blissfully absent.
She took a moment to simply appreciate the last few hours.
Everything had felt so natural.
She’d been terrified that having sex with someone she really cared about would make her feel like she was cheating on Kelly.
Yet, it hadn’t. At all. Everything had felt natural and comfortable.
Even lying in bed in the middle of the night with Charlie’s head on her chest, her breathing rhythmic, felt right.
She wasn’t sure how they’d gotten there since the last she remembered, she was lying on her stomach with Charlie on top of her, but she liked it.
She assumed Charlie was still sleeping, but when Harper started to play with her hair, Charlie said, “Hey, you.” Her voice was raspy with sleep, but damn, even that was sexy.
“Hey, I didn’t realize you were awake,” Harper said.
“I’m in and out. My body seems to want more, but my brain says, ‘stay asleep.’”
“I know the feeling. Everything is tired, yet you pressed against me like this is…”
Charlie slid her hand over Harper’s hip and squeezed her ass. “I feel like my body is humming at a low level of arousal, even half-asleep.”
“Exactly.” They lay silent for a few minutes, Harper still playing with the ends of Charlie’s hair as Charlie ran a hand along Harper’s side from her ribs to her hip until Harper remembered Charlie having called her out about her competitiveness earlier.
There was something about it that didn’t make sense.
In the last hand, it had seemed like Charlie wasn’t even trying to win.
“I didn’t realize that someone who worked on Wall Street could not be competitive in nature.
Yet, you practically gave that last hand away. ”
“You distracted me. It wasn’t a fair fight. And I…used to be competitive, but now it seems a little trivial. I still prefer to win—who doesn’t—but I think, honestly, I won by losing in this case.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I haven’t wanted to pressure you, but I’ve been ready for you to make a move. So if you hadn’t, we might just be sleeping side by side with spare pillows dividing our personal spaces.”
“Really? You would have needed a pillow barrier in order to protect yourself?” She tickled Charlie’s side, and Charlie yelped and tried to squirm away, but Harper wouldn’t let her.