Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
HARPER
Ishould be asleep.
I want to be asleep.
But of course, my brain has other plans. Mainly replaying the first time Harrison Meers undressed me like I was something precious he’d been waiting years to touch.
It starts the same way it always does. A tiny flicker of a memory, then suddenly I’m nineteen again, in that cramped off-campus apartment that smelled faintly of cheap detergent and hockey tape.
I’m still replaying that moment when I let the door close behind me, the weight of it feeling heavier than ever as I close off the world outside. The gentle scent of his cologne lingers in my nose, reminding me of everything I’ve been trying to suppress; homework, exams, spring break.
My heart races when Harrison’s eyes pierce through me, a mixture of desire and something deeper—I can’t quite place it yet—pulsing beneath the surface.
His fingers brush lightly against my arm, igniting the familiar warmth where he touches me.
The air crackles with an electricity that is both exhilarating and terrifying.
I breathe in sharply, as the tension in the room shift.
It almost feels like the walls themselves are leaning in to listen.
“Harper,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, each syllable wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “Are you sure about this?”
I nod, swallowing thickly. “I am.”
Without a second thought, he closes the space between us, the warmth of his body mixing with the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room. The air thrums with anticipation as he gently dips his fingers under the hem of my shirt and lifts it up over my head.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Harp,” he whispers as he presses his lips against my neck. I tilt my head to give him more access.
“I really want you, H,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about this night for a long time.”
“First things first, babe.” He brings his hand down over my breast, squeezing, plumping, his thumb brushing across my hardened nipple. “Because up until now these tits have been my favorite thing and I want to lose myself in them one more time before I lose myself inside you.”
I’m drowning in the intimacy of this moment, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matches the cadence of his touch.
Harrison’s hands are warm and possessive as they explore my skin, and I can’t help but arch into him, craving more with every brush of his fingers.
The world outside fades away. Nothing exists beyond this room, beyond his body and mine.
“Please,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as he hovers over me, his lips ghosting against my collarbone. “I need you.”
His eyes darken, unspoken emotions brewing in those piercing blue depths. “You have me, babe.”
With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, igniting something inside me that I thought had lain dormant for years.
His mouth moves against mine with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as if I could merge our bodies into one.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I confess, my words tumbling out between heated kisses. “I think about you every single day.”
“Me too,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my cheek. “Every damn day, Harper.”
His hands slip lower, tracing the curve of my waist before dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts. I can hardly contain the butterflies flailing inside me, each flutter amplifying the intensity of the moment. The thought of finally letting go, letting him in, makes my heart race even faster.
I gasp softly, my back arching involuntarily. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he promises, his breath hot against my skin. “Trust me, babe. I’m going to make this count.”
With that, he pulls my shorts down my legs and I step out of them, kicking them aside as his hands slide lower, grazing my thighs and sending electric shivers rushing through me. His lips on mine in a slow, hunger-filled kiss, he reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers once the garment falls to the floor.
He leans down and drags his tongue across each nipple with slow intention before sucking one into his mouth.
I push my hand through his hair holding him against me, my head tilting back as I revel at the feel of him touching me, kissing me, sucking me.
With a gentle nudge, he guides me toward the bed and as I lie down, my heart pounds inside my chest in anticipation of what’s to come.
As he moves down my body, I can’t help but crave more of his touch.
“Harrison,” I breathe, the sound coming out raw and needy.
I feel the tight coil of expectation building inside me, a pressure that’s both thrilling and terrifying.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze; his blue eyes darkened with lust.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice low, almost gravelly.
“God, yes,” I groan. “I want you, H.”
His hands grip my thighs, firm and possessive, as he pushes them apart, and the heat pooling in my core intensifies. His fingers trace delicate patterns on my inner thighs before slipping inside my underwear.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t wait to feel this sweet little pussy tighten around my cock.”
His voice sends shivers down my spine, and I groan softly. With one swift motion, he grabs my underwear and tears it off, tossing it aside. His eyes devour me as he takes in my total nakedness for the first time.
“Fuck, Harper,” he breathes, the sound vibrating through me like a low hum of electricity. The way he says my name sends shivers through me, a reminder that this is all so real. Everything I’ve yearned for with him is happening.
Right here.
Right now.
“You have the prettiest fucking body I’ve ever seen.”
My breath catches when his mouth finds its way to the apex of my thighs, and I arch into him instinctively, lost to the waves of pleasure crashing over me.
“Oh…my…God!” The words come out slowly as Harrison lazily drags his tongue through my dripping wet folds. He looks up, those stormy blue eyes locking onto mine, filled with an intensity that makes my heart race.
“You’re so goddamn wet, Harp,” he murmurs, lapping me with his tongue once more. “You’re delicious.”
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, my voice trembling with urgency.
He chuckles. “I won’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
It feels like we’re suspended in time, caught in an endless loop of pleasure and longing. I can feel the coil of tension tightening in my core, and every flick of his tongue, every soft kiss on my most sensitive spots pushes me higher, closer to that precipice I want to leap from.
Except I don’t want to leap alone.
“H,” I pant as his tongue and fingers work simultaneously for my pleasure. “I want you inside me. I want to come with you for our first time. I want to feel you too.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Mhmm.”
Freeing himself from his shorts, he palms his thick heavy cock, tugging and squeezing. He leans over, reaching for protection, and hands me the condom. “Open it for me.”
I do as he requests and watch as he pinches the end and rolls the condom over his shaft and just like that the world narrows down to this moment—the two of us finally crossing a threshold we’ve both yearned for.
He positions himself between my legs, anticipation lingering in the air like a fine mist.
“I love you, Harper. You know that, right?”
His sweet words make me smile. “I love you too, H.”
His cock positioned at my entrance, he glances up at me once more. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Fuck me, Harrison. I want to feel you inside me.”
In one slow but fluid motion, he slides inside me, and the sensation is more than I ever could have expected, sending shockwaves through my body that make me gasp. It’s intense, overwhelming, and there’s a sweet ache that blossoms deep within me as he fills me completely.
“Oh my God!”
“You can tell me to stop, babe,” he reminds me. “If it’s too much.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. I’m good. I just feel so…full.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Harrison breathes, his voice low and gravelly as he leans in closer, his forehead resting against mine.
He pulls back and then thrusts back in gingerly, stretching me with every move of his body against mine.
His thrusts are slow at first, almost reverent, as if he’s savoring every second.
Wanting him to go deeper, I push against him with each stroke.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on, pulling him closer, urging him to claim me fully.
He watches me, those piercing blue eyes wide with lust and something deeper, something that I know is true unfiltered love.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, concern lacing through the heat of his tone.
“Yes,” I gasp, a shaky breath escaping my lips. “Please…don’t stop.”
His brow is furrowed in concentration and sweat beads on his forehead.
He’s just as overwhelmed as I am. It makes me want to smile, but instead, I bury my face against his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him, cedar mixed with that subtle hint of soap and something uniquely Harrison.
He inches deeper, his fingers lifting my chin and his lips brushing against mine, soft, sweet, and absolutely intoxicating.
“Fuck, I love you so goddamn much, Harp” he murmurs, those piercing blue eyes searching my face for any hint of discomfort. “And I don’t ever want to lose you.”