30. Maisie
Chapter 30
Maisie
E very single nerve ending is on fire. Lightning streaks through me until I’m shuddering and shivering against Harlan. His fingers dance along my core, ratcheting me higher and higher until I’m scared of the fall. Scared of the strength of my release. Every time he puts his hands on me, my greed for the man begs for more. More of him, more of this, more of us.
My arms are anchored on his shoulders, fingers twisting and tugging in the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You’re mine.” He breathes against my breast where his mouth is toying with my nipple. A firm press and twist of his fingers against my clit steals my breath.
He levers himself up to lock our gazes. “You and Audra are mine. I’m yours. I want us to live in my house, I want to cook in my kitchen with you, I want you here...with me.” The challenge in his tone unmistakable.
I nod even as a sob breaks from me on a shaky inhale. The quiver in my core ramping higher and higher until I can’t catch my breath. Until I can’t see beyond the need and love Harlan’s gaze pins me with .
“Yours.” I breathe out as I detonate. Wave after wave of pleasure cascades over me, so strong I want to escape it, run from it, and simultaneously never leave it. Never leave him.
Just as my orgasm starts to fade, Harlan reaches down and notches the head of his cock at my entrance. Pressing forward in a slow slide, he fills me. Stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever felt and reigniting my release until another orgasm rolls through me.
His hands trail up my thighs, a devotion of touch from his fingers and I tighten my legs at his waist, tugging him down, farther into me.
A slow glide out and heavy thrust back into me. He sets a slow, deliciously heavy pace. One I meet with the tilting of my own hips. I spread my hands along his chest and press into him. Wanting to imprint him — this — us on me until there’s no separation between us. No distance.
Heat builds in my core again as his hips meet mine. Leaning up, I kiss him. Tongue dancing along with his. The taste of him indescribably male. Heady. Mine.
“Yes. Yours,” he whispers against my lips.
Harlan leans back, dragging my legs over his thighs, his gaze dropping to watch him slide in and out of me.
“Fever dream,” he murmurs. The change in angle drags the head of his cock over my g-spot until I see stars.
“Harlan.” His name on my lips is a plea and a demand all at once.
Tucking his hips, Harlan pulls out of me, and flips me until I’m on my stomach. Snatching my hips, he drags me to my knees and my arms nearly give out at the first thrust of him back inside me.
“This okay?” he grunts at my back even as he shuttles forward. My hands claw at the sheets, nipples dragging along the fabric until I think I’m going to lose my mind. Unintelligible babble is the only thing I’m capable of now as I nod frantically so he doesn’t stop.
Harlan’s hand threads into the root of my hair, tugging me up until my back meets his chest. Cupping one breast in his palm, his hips crash against mine in a furious rhythm even as his thumb gently swirls around my peaked nipple. The dichotomy of his touch coils my orgasm tighter and tighter until I’m certain I’ll break apart into a million shattered pieces under his grip.
“Fuck. Sunshine. Maisie.” He breathes against my neck. His hand abandons my breast and trails down to my center, where he lightly pinches at my clit.
“Can you get there again?”
I nod deliriously. Focusing on the feel of him thrusting, the twist of his fingers as they dance at my center.
“There you go baby. I feel you tightening. Quivering. Shaking. You can do it. Give me one more. Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect.” He bites my shoulder, and I cry out.
Licking the sting away, he sucks on the spot until I know that I’m going to have a mark there in the morning. And I want it. I want his marks, his need for me. I want all of that, and I want to give it right back to him. Inching my hand down, I reach between my legs, feeling where we’re joined. Trailing my hand back, I dance my fingers over him, and cup his balls before tugging.
“Oh Jesus fuck, woman.” His thrusts pick up speed, my fingers greeting and waiting for him as he bottoms out each time. My breath comes in shotgun staccato.
“Harlan. With me. Come with me,” I beg just before the crashing wave of my orgasm takes me over.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Sunshine.” The curse is muffled against my hair as his hips whip against mine. He bottoms out and holds. His dick throbs as he finds his release, crashing against my own orgasm, and I sag into him.
He tugs me down, until I’m lying next to him. Pressed to him. His hands rubbing and caressing me as my eyes get heavy.
“I want to stay just like this. Can I have this… you like this? Messy from the both of us? Can you sleep with me still inside of you?”
I nod. Fighting off sleep. “You can have me any way you want me.”
“And if I wake up wanting you in the middle of the night?”
I hum. “I’m sure you can find a creative way to wake me up.” I press farther back into him, my bones liquid, and I melt into the mattress, melt into him.
His arms tighten around me as he hugs me closer, not even an inch separating us. His cock is still hard inside me as I drift off to sleep with the steady thump of his heartbeat against my back.
Heat licks up my spine and I shiver against the arousal pooling low in my abdomen as I come out of sleep.
Jesus.
Harlan’s cock kicks inside of me as he tugs at my nipple from behind me. Little biting kisses along my neck and shoulder sting and soothe at the same time.
“Sunshine. You awake?”
I press my ass against his hips, shifting for friction, for something. I’ve never been so achy aroused in my life, and if he doesn’t move in the next three seconds, I’m going to explode.
His hands dig into my hips, holding me still, and he drags his hips back slowly. So fucking slow.
A disappointed whimper rushes past my lips, but before the last sound of it can escape, he’s pushing back inside me.
“Want you. Fuck. So much. I couldn’t sleep with wanting you.”
“Me too,” I cry as he pushes deep.
I lift my thigh and throw it over his legs, tangling myself in him. My fingers dip to my core, and I swirl a finger around my clit before moving down to feel the firm length of him buried inside me.
“Oh Jesus, Mais.”
Hums and sighs explode out of me as he starts to move. One hand plays with my nipple as the other hand wraps around my leg, holding me open for him. He thrusts into me, over and over again in that steady rhythm that makes me crazy.
My core clenches against him, and I focus on the muscles in my center, tightening them around him every time he tries to withdraw, wanting to keep him inside me.
“You keep that up and this is going to be over.”
“Harlan, I’m close,” I whisper into the darkened room. The barest bit of light is coming through the window, so I know that it’s nearing dawn, but I couldn’t give a shit about how tired I’m going to be today. Not with him thrusting to the end of me. Hitting all of the decadently sensitive spots.
He tangles a hand in my hair and drags his lips up my neck until he nips at my earlobe.
“You think I can’t tell that this sweet pussy is getting ready to come all over me? That I can’t feel each clench, every gush of your sweetness on my dick? ”
A flush breaks out across my skin, goosebumps tingling at the filth falling from his lips. Gone is the slow considerate lover from last night and our first time. In his place is a demanding, hungry man. A man who’s hips slap against my ass as he chases his desire for me, and it makes me feel irresistible.
“There you go. Fluttering around my cock. Come on, Sunshine. Come for me. You can do it.”
The coaching praise falls from his lips, and I shake and shudder as my release takes over, swamping me and dragging me down the deepest depths of pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes.” Harlan’s hips punch against my own as he chases his own release. A short grunt turns into a grumbly groan as he growls through his climax, his face pressed into my neck and the sound alone has aftershocks of delight shivering through me.
The harsh sounds of our breath are the only noise in the quiet room.
Harlan softens and his body slips from mine, but I’m a melty puddle of goo in bed, and I have no desire to get cleaned up. The mattress at my back dips, and the room fills with light from the bathroom.
The sound of rushing water accompanies the toilet flushing and then Harlan’s there, tugging me up and into his arms. Carrying me to the bathroom.
I loop my arms around his neck and rest my head against his chest, so tired but so content that my heart sings.
If I had to do it all again, the pain, the fear, the abuse. I would. Especially if I knew it would lead me here. To Audra. To Harlan. The man who’s shown me time and time again that I’m precious to him.
“I love you,” I whisper the words as Harlan steps into the tub and settles us down in the hot water .
“I love you, Sunshine.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before running water over my legs in the filling tub.
Harlan bathes me, moving the loofah slowly over my skin, taking his time in soothing me after the demanding way he took me.
There are so many things I want to say, so many promises I want to make to him. I want to be here — with him. Build a life with him. Give Audra a life with him right there with us the whole way.
Harlan rinses the last of the conditioner from my hair and presses another brief kiss to my shoulder blade. I blurt, “I want to press charges — against Sean.”
“Sunshine?”
I fight back the emotional tears that build in my eyes, blinking rapidly. I will get through this without crying all over him.
Taking the loofah from his hand, I add soap and work it into a sudsy froth before shifting and turning in his lap.
Running it over his chest, I show him the same loving care he did me. His eyes are soft and full of so much love. Love for me. The way he’s looking at me makes my chest tight with feeling. With love for him. For what we’ve built between the two of us.
“I want him to pay for what he did to me. I want to ensure that he can’t hurt me again — or get to Audra. But most of all, I want it over. I want to close the chapter of him in my life and start a new one — with you — without the shadows of the past lingering.”
The gleam in Harlan’s eyes tells me he gets it. I run the loofah over his shoulder and press and knead with my free hand until his head falls back against the tub.
I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine. Pouring my feelings for him into the taste of him, of us .
Us.
There’s an us, and a future, and I want it more than I’ve wanted pretty much anything else in my life.
I just have to be strong enough to fight for it.