Chapter 6
Unable to control his raging lust, Anders stripped the clothes from Harper’s body. He pulled the shirt over her head and watched the mounds of her chocolate-tipped breasts as they bounced free. He growled—a deep, throaty noise of desire, as he closed his mouth over one sensitive breast. She moaned, her eyes closing while she concentrated on the intense pleasure of his tongue flicking over her nipple, coaxing it to tighten even harder.
His hand covered the other breast, his thumb and forefinger rubbing that nipple, twisting it slightly, and making her gasp in surprise. Her hips were moving instinctively as she squirmed beneath him. She freed one leg before wrapping it over his hip. His stomach rubbed at the apex of her legs as they both moved.
Anders lingered for a while, lavishing kisses and gentle pinches and nibbles on her sensitive breasts, then slid further down her belly, creating a trail of moist kisses leading down to the waist. He reached underneath her, lifting her hips off the bed as she began pulling at the material of her skirt to get the clothing off her body. Desire smoldered in her big brown eyes.
Unable to stop himself, he kissed his way up the length of one smooth leg, trailing the tip of his tongue along the inside of her thigh and making her tremble.
Her back arched off the bed, and she wiggled her hips desperately as he kissed and licked the skin on the inside of her other thigh up to her slick entrance.
He paused to look up at her while she writhed in passion. Her mouth agape, her chest heaved. When Harper sensed that he had grown still, she looked down at him as he lay between her spread legs. He smirked at her with that crooked, devilish smile that always made her stomach flutter. As she continued to take him in, he placed a kiss on her swollen clitoris, his blue eyes still locked with hers.
The pleasure was so exquisite. Harper bit her lip in a futile attempt to keep from crying out. Her body shook as electricity shot through her, bringing every nerve in her body to life. Toes curled. Her hips wiggled. Thighs trembled. Anders smiled wickedly at the depth of her reaction to his touch.
He winked at her before lowering his head to devour her mound, which seemed to be attached to every other nerve ending in her body. He pressed his tongue against the hardened flesh firmly. As he withdrew, he closed his lips around the nubbin to create a gentle suction. “Oh fuck,” she cried out. Her hips bucked. Stomach quivered. Her whole body shook from the intense sensation.
He grabbed her by the top of her thighs and moaned against her sensitive flesh. Harper could do nothing but lie there and take everything he gave to her. She whimpered desperately, her hands grabbed at the thick strands of his hair. He slid lower, penetrating her slowly with his tongue until her legs were spread wide and her head thrown back. Her hips pushed up against his face in search of more. His tongue glided wetly along her slit before sucking her clit within the tight grip of his lips.
“Oh, shit. And…Anders,” she moaned before twisting his hair around her fingers. She pulled him closer, then pushed him away. Her body didn’t know what to do, but Harper knew she never wanted the feeling of his tongue on her pussy to stop.
He wanted her to moan louder. If she screamed his name so loud her neighbors could hear, even better. Harper’s taste, her womanly scent, and the mewling sounds she made were making his dick harder.
Anders lifted and opened her thighs wider as his tongue tunneled deeper into her channel. Delighting in her taste, he reveled in her flavor as it flowed on his tongue. He whipped his tongue in a rapid motion, while also using the tip of his patrician nose to bump against her hardened pearl. He wanted her to never forget how he made her feel.
As her essence flowed from her body, he used his tongue to funnel into her clenching hole even further, then pulled back to suck and slurp. Yeah, he was a nasty motherfucker, but nothing tasted as good as his woman.
He slid his kisses back up her belly, his mouth finding her breasts again, teeth nipping harder at her peaked nipples this time and making her cry out. He wiggled free from his jeans, quickly and eagerly, and she watched him intently. He lay back down between her legs, his hard toned form pressed against her soft, sexy one.
He slid a hand under one thigh and lifted her leg, resting it on top of his own before opening her to his touch. Anders knew he could wait no longer, even if her soft moans and writhing movements weren’t begging him for more.
He kissed the curve of her neck as he slowly pressed into her. With every inch, he was overwhelmed by her heat. She released a loud moan as his thickness spread her wide. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. His size was always something he’d been proud of, but never more than right now. Harper’s hands gripped him around the waist as she ground up against him, lifting herself up the length of his shaft. She wanted every inch of him inside her.
His hand cradled one of her breasts as they moved together in a synchronized pattern. Back and forth. In and out. Deeper with each thrust. Until he wasn’t sure exactly where he ended, and she began. He lost himself to the instinctual rhythm. Like a heartbeat, their bodies joined in perfect harmony.
After he hit a particular spot, she gasped. Her hands grabbed the flesh of his lower back. Her fingernails dug in painfully as she squeezed; her cries of passion suddenly silenced, although her mouth was still open. Her body shook, and he felt her come in waves around him, squeezing against him and drawing the same response from within as he plunged into her. The feeling of her tight channel pulsating around him wildly pulled him further inside her.
Harper frantically gripped his back. Her sweat-slicked body pressed against his. A litany of curse words punctuated her choked cries. If the situation wasn’t so damn serious, Anders would laugh.
He wanted to give her a moment to enjoy her peak before finding his, but his self-control completely disappeared when she shouted his name in pure ecstasy.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss her neck. He put enough pressure against her flesh with his teeth to prolong her orgasm. Moments later, his movements became jerky and uneven as he released inside her. He thrust into her without finesse, his climax traveling through his body, setting his nerve-ending ablaze before culminating in the most satisfying feeling he’d ever experienced.
“Oh, damn. You are mine, Harper.” He thrust harder, making sure every drop was deposited exactly where it needed to be. Inside his future wife.
Every ounce of his energy spilled out of him, and he clung to Harper’s warmth. She was gasping, trying to draw breath into her lungs as they both lay together. Limbs intertwined. Their bodies were sweaty from exertion. Finally, her breathing slowed. Harper’s eyes opened as she turned to look into his. She beamed up at him, her smile radiant and full of an emotion neither of them wanted to face right now.
They were both staring at each other as they allowed their bodies to cool down. Anders was drained, but he felt powerful as fuck. All he needed was a few more minutes, and he would be ready to take his woman again. He thought about what had just happened, and a smile came over his face. Being with Harper was just about as perfect as it could get. Being with her felt right.
He pulled out and rolled off her to lie on the other side of the bed. Using one hand, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Once she was close enough, he situated her so that her head lay on his chest. There was no need for them to move. Not right now.
The woman he’d fallen for had given herself to him, without any reservations. Without question. He was the luckiest son of a bitch alive. There was no going back for him. She was his present. His future. He would do everything—anything—to love her. To protect and cherish her. A contented smile hovered on his lips as he felt her soft hands run along the skin of his chest. Her body was limp, relaxed, and snuggled close to his.
Being the cynical fucker that he was, he would say this moment was too good to be true. That something was bound to come along and ruin what they had. Then again, he was tired of waiting for the other shoe to fall. He had waited too damn long to have Harper in his arms. If something, or someone, tried to come between them, they would fail. Harper belonged to him. Hell, from the first day they met, she was his. She just hadn’t known it yet.
“That was…” she began to speak, but stopped mid-sentence. Her chest heaved from exertion. Her breath released quick and shallow.
“Stay here,” he said before releasing her body. Anders stood from the bed, naked as the day he was born. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She heard the fridge open and shut, and then Anders walked back into the room—dick swinging, without an ounce of shame in his body. Still, after what had just happened between them, he had every reason to be as cocky as he wanted.
He handed her a bottle of water. “Here you go, princess,” he said with a smirk. “I know you need to stay hydrated after us.”
Harper took the water and sipped it slowly. She watched him as he approached the bed, his muscles glistening with sweat, still standing tall and proud. He crawled back in beside her, pulling her close. Harper dipped her head to let it rest on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat slow down as his body relaxed.
She couldn’t believe it had happened so quickly, so naturally. This was real, and it was everything she had ever wanted. The ridges and muscles of his body as he slid against her softer curves. The way his eyes had smoldered with desire when he looked at her. It all felt so right.
He asked softly, “You okay, sweetheart?”
Her hand instinctively went to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “I’m perfect,” she whispered. “I don’t want this to end.”
He chuckled, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Neither do I.”
They lay there, entwined, basking in the aftermath of their passion. The many creaks and moans of the bed echoed through the room, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.
“That was incredible,” she breathed, her eyes shining with happiness and a hint of awe.
He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer. “It sure was, baby. And I promise you, it’s going to be even better every time.”
Harper smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “I know.”
They lay there, their bodies touching, their hearts beating in rhythm, as the world outside faded away. This feeling they had for each other was new, intense, and all-consuming, creating a bond that could no longer be denied.
After a few moments, Anders began running his hand along her naked skin. “I need you again. Come here, baby. Sit that pretty pussy on my face.”
Harper, feeling his hands moving over her body, her skin tingling with every touch, slowly sat up. With a smile, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling him groan in pleasure. As he licked and sucked at her most sensitive spots, she felt herself becoming aroused again, the desire building within her.
Anders, with his tongue flicking over her clit, felt her shudder in pleasure, her hips bucking against him in response. He loved the taste of her, the way her arousal filled his mouth, and he knew she was responding to his touch.
“Oh, Anders, I need you,” she moaned. Her voice was low and needy. He pulled away, his face glistening with her juices. After repositioning their bodies, he aligned himself with her entrance. As he thrust into her quivering channel, she gasped. Her senses became overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling her. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way that caused her body to have a powerful orgasm.
“Fuck me,” she screamed.
“Don’t worry. We have all night,” he said with a grunt. His motions never slowed down as he took them both to the edge.
Her orgasm grew more intense by the second. The pleasure of the moment was overwhelming, her entire body trembling with the force of it. Anders thrust harder, matching her rhythm, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
As her climax reached its peak, she felt herself losing control, her body tensing and then relaxing, a wave of ecstasy washing over her. The room spun, and for a moment, she thought she saw colors and heard music.
The experience was euphoric, and it took her a few moments to recover. When she could finally open her eyes, she saw Anders staring down at her, his face glistening with sweat. His eyes were filled with passion, and she could see the desire he had for her reflected in his gaze.
She smiled up at him, and he lowered his head to kiss her, their tongues entwining in a passionate embrace. As she pulled him closer, she whispered, “Thank you.”
Anders lifted his head to look into her eyes, his smile growing wider. “Sweetheart, you never have to thank me. You were worth waiting for.”
She nodded, still catching her breath. “It was more than worth it,” she agreed, her voice filled with emotion. She traced the lines of his face with her fingers, feeling the warmth of the connection between them.
He leaned down to kiss her again, this time with more intensity. Their bodies pressed together in the afterglow of their passion. As they kissed, she felt a new desire building within her.
Anders pulled away slightly, his eyes searching her face, seeking her permission to continue. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and he moved again, their bodies finding a rhythm that neither of them could deny.