15. Evgeny #2
More and more, I’m finding it impossible to deny her anything, so with one last kiss, I lift myself up.
Dragging my nose along her body, I slowly make my way along her lower stomach, up between her breasts, until I’m hovering my body over hers and she’s looking up at me.
There are so many things I want to say to her, so many things I want to confess, but the thought of unburdening myself to her in this moment makes me feel way more exposed than just physical nakedness.
It would be laying myself completely bare, exposing every hidden part of who I am and laying it at her feet.
It’s too much, and I refuse to make her shoulder this weight with me.
She doesn’t deserve that. I’ve brought enough shit into her life, and I won’t add to it.
I can still give her a part of myself, though, a part no one else has ever had, even if she is oblivious to it.
With her face so close to mine, I run my finger down her flushed cheek, just as mesmerized by the sight of her now as I was the first time she stopped me outside my car, determined to get me to answer her incessant questions.
While I commit every second of this to memory, she grins and starts to tug my sweats down.
With a laugh, she uses her foot when she slides them down my ass and can no longer reach them with her hands.
Before I can utter a word, she’s wrapping a hand around my hard length and stealing the words from my mouth as they die a quick death on my tongue.
“Harper,” I finally manage to growl out, but she cuts me off with a tight squeeze of her hand and a soft bite to my shoulder.
Bringing her mouth close to my ear, she says, “Don’t you dare try and stop this, Ev. We’ve already played that game, and we’re not doing it again. I want you. Please don’t push me away again.”
“I’m not pushing you away,” I tell her. She wraps her legs around me, arching her hips so I feel the soft, wet lips of her pussy glide along my cock.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, unable to say or think anything beyond how good this feels.
When she uses her hand to position the head of my cock at her entrance, I finally manage to piece together enough words to say, “I don’t have any protection. ”
I’ve never bought condoms because I never had a reason to, and now I’m left wishing I’d picked up a just in case box a long time ago.
She stills beneath me, waiting for me to meet her eyes before she says, “Are you clean, Ev?”
“Yes,” I say, knowing with certainty that I can at least give her that assurance.
“Good. So am I, and there’s no way I’m ovulating. My cycle is very regular.”
She lets go of my cock and runs her hands up my body until she’s cupping the back of my neck and pulling me closer.
“No more excuses,” she whispers.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, needing to know the truth before I slide into her. “Is it just because I can’t let you leave?”
The corner of her mouth quirks up when she says, “In case you’ve forgotten, I wanted this before you trapped me in your gorgeous house.” Rocking her hips again so it forces the head of my cock to press harder against her slit, she says, “Does it feel like I don’t want this?”
“Fuck,” I growl. Every part of my body is rigid and tense, just waiting for permission to let go.
I never allowed myself to think I might meet someone, that I might fall in love and experience this, but there’s no denying that it’s exactly what’s happened with Harper.
I hadn’t been looking for her or expecting her.
She has the worst possible career, and this is the worst timing for something like this to happen, but there’s no denying that it has.
I’ve fallen in love with the obnoxiously intrusive, infuriatingly curious, unbelievably gorgeous woman beneath me, and even if I can’t ever tell her or be with her like I want, I can at least give her this.
We can at least have this one night together.
Determined to make this feel good for her, I clench my jaw and slowly start to slide into her.
Just because I never thought this would happen doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about it more times than I care to admit.
No matter how vivid my imagination, nothing could’ve prepared me for how good it would feel to have Harper’s tight, wet pussy wrapped around every inch of my cock.
I take my time, feeding her inch by slow inch, and when I’ve bottomed out, she lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck, you’re big, Ev.”
A grin spreads across my face before I can stop it, and when she sees it, she gives a soft laugh. “Yeah, I bet you never get tired of hearing that.”
I don’t waste my time telling her she’s the first to ever tell me that.
Instead, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her while I let instinct take over.
My body quickly finds a rhythm. She meets my thrusts, working her hips in a way that constantly threatens to send me over the edge, but by some miracle I manage to resist.
Her nails rake along my back, her breathing turns to pants, and her moans fill the room as she opens her mouth and deepens the kiss.
I can’t get enough of her. Every part of my body is trying to possess hers, and every time I feel like I’m being too rough in my attempt to claim her, she proves I’m not by moaning my name and tightening her grip on me, begging me with her body to keep going, to keep giving her everything I have.
When she breaks our kiss to cry out my name and I feel her inner walls clench around me, I’m helpless to not join her.
My body makes the decision for me, and it’s her name on my lips as I come harder than I ever have in my life, filling her with my seed and giving her a part of myself that I know I’ll never give to anyone else.
She’s it for me, whether she knows it or not.
Staying inside her because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, I cup her face and kiss her again, softer this time, just for the pleasure of tasting her and knowing she’s here with me.
Her fingers twine in my hair as her legs wrap around me again, and there’s no denying how right this feels.
Every part of me is content in a way I’ve never felt before.
None of our problems have gone away, but they suddenly don’t seem quite as important or quite so insurmountable as they did before.
Our movements are lazy, neither one of us in a rush to move, and when I do finally break the kiss and pull back, she’s giving me the sweetest smile she’s ever given me, and I wish I could take a picture.
I’d frame it and never stop looking at it.
It’s the kind of look that makes a man want to fall to his knees and worship the woman who’s giving it.
“Okay, that was worth the wait,” she says. The soft laugh turns into a yawn before she can stop it, and when a blush hits her cheeks, I lean down and kiss her flushed skin.
“It was definitely worth the wait,” I say, even though my wait was a lot longer than the one she’s talking about.
She looks around at the bed we’re in. “Do you want me to go to the spare room?”
“No, I do not,” I say, tightening my grip on her at the very thought of her leaving, even though I know I can’t keep her forever.
Instead of talking about the very large elephant in the room, I pull back the covers with one hand and then scoot us under them.
She winces when I’m forced to slide out of her, but as soon as we’re situated, I pull her up against me, because I’ll be damned if there’s even an inch of separation between us right now.
I want her next to me. I want her as close as I can get her for as long as I can have it.
She hikes her thigh over mine and rests her head on my chest while I run my fingers through her short hair and then trail them down her spine.
“I didn’t realize you’d be this sweet,” she says after several minutes of comfortable silence.
“I could say the same thing.”
She laughs and turns her head just enough to kiss my chest, causing a warmth to spread through the exact spot she’s kissing.
I know I’ve just caused myself a world of future heartbreak, but even knowing that, I wouldn’t change anything.
I would still choose to have her here, to have fallen completely in love with her, and to have her be the only woman I ever plan on being with.
I wouldn’t change any of it. This might very well end with me being on the run for the rest of my life, but at least I’ll be taking memories of her with me.
I hold her while she falls asleep. Eventually, Watson nudges open the door, gives me a woeful look and then jumps on the bed to sleep by our feet. It’s the closest my life has ever come to perfection, and I hate that I can’t keep it just like it is.
Managing to get a few hours of sleep, I wake before sunrise and allow myself a few more minutes of holding Harper.
She’s a very aggressive sleeper, and the longer she slept, the tighter she held onto me, so it feels a little like being in the clutches of a very affectionate octopus.
Her leg and arm are still wrapped around me, but she’s angled in a way that puts her more on top of me than the mattress.
Her face is burrowed in my neck, and the feel of her hot breaths against my skin has had me rock-hard since I woke up.