Chapter 25
We stumble into my apartment, our hands all over each other. Her lips are bruised from how I kissed her in the cab, and her jacket is undone.
My fingers find their way to the hem of her V-neck sweater. I want to tear off all her clothes. “Can I see my gift now? I’ve been soooo good.”
“You’ve been very good,” she says, arching into me.
My hands freeze. I stop my travels, remembering my mission and why I’m lucky enough to have my hands on her body right now—to teach her. “We almost forgot your lesson tonight.”
She pulls back and shakes her head briefly, as if she’s clearing her thoughts. “Lesson. Right. Lesson.”
It doesn’t take long for me to devise one. Call it an easy lesson plan. Call it my own selfish desire to watch Harper bare all. Giving her an assignment is the easiest thing in the world, because I want her so much.
“Strip for me.” Tossing my jacket on a chair, I park myself on the couch and lace my hands behind my head. “Do it nice and slow.”
She nods, reaching for her jacket. “Everything, Professor Hammer?”
I shake my head as I rake my eyes over her. “Take off the jacket, sweater, and skirt. Leave everything else on. That’s the lesson. How you can drive a man wild when you’re half-naked.”
“Do I drive you wild?” she asks, as she joins me in the living room and shimmies off the coat.
“So much,” I say, my voice husky and my eyes never straying from her as I nod to her skirt.
She unzips it. She takes her time, pushing down one side of the skirt, then the other. I groan as a hint of the soft flesh above her panties is exposed.
“More?” she asks seductively.
“Take it off, Harper,” I say, like a command. “Take off the fucking skirt so I can see you.”
“Since that’s what you want,” she says letting her voice trail off as she pushes the fabric past her thighs. She lets it fall to the floor and all the breath flees my body.
Her stockings are sheer black, and the garter belt hooks into them with little bows on the snaps. Her panties are black lace with a tiny pink butterfly pattern. I drag my hand over my face. I’m an inferno. No, wait. I’m lava. Molten. I take a huge breath and rasp out, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You like?”
I swallow and nod, because I can’t speak.
My throat is parched. I make a rolling gesture with my hand, indicating that it’s time for the top to get out of the way, too.
She crosses her hands at the hem of her sweater and slowly, seductively, lifts her top, revealing a matching bra, the kind that pushes her tits high.
“I picked this out today. I went lingerie shopping for you,” she says, her soft voice wafting over me.
“You bought this for me?”
She nods. “I wanted something new to wear tonight. Something I thought you’d like,” she says, a sexy hopefulness in her voice. “Do you like the butterflies?”
Was this what she meant this morning by butterflies? Was it a hint about her lingerie? I have no idea, and at the moment, I don’t care. I walk over to her and kiss her hard, possessively, claiming her lush mouth with mine. My hand roams to her ass, and I squeeze.
She breaks the kiss with an excited oh.
“How should I fuck you for the first time?” I ask, letting the question linger in the air between us like smoke and heat.
She runs her nails down my shirt, working open the buttons. “How do you want to?”
I shake my head. “It’s not about how I want it. I want to give you all your fantasies. I’m almost tempted to check out your Tumblr feed right now, and see what you looked at this morning.”
Her fingers reach the final button. She opens my shirt and runs her hands over my chest. Her touch is electric.
Her index finger traces Hobbes. As she pushes off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, her hands roam across the swirls of ink on my arms, the stars and the abstract shapes and lines.
Her eyes follow her touch, then she blinks up at me.
“What do you think I looked at this morning?”
I tuck a finger under her chin. “One of your women bent over, ass in the air. That’s how you want it.”
Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She nods.
“That’s what I thought. And since I distinctly recall you telling me you wanted to be fucked on the counter, I’m going to grab a condom and when I return, I’d like to see you bent over and ready.”
She nibbles on the corner of her lips and says, “Yes.”
I head to the bedroom, grab a foil packet, remove my glasses, shoes and socks, and return to find Harper has done exactly as I asked.
She looks like one of her fantasies, and mine, too.
She’s all legs, and ass, and a gorgeous, flattened back.
I close the distance, set the condom on the counter and take off my jeans.
She looks back at me and watches the whole time.
When I push off my boxer briefs and my cock springs free, she licks her lips. “I want you,” she says in a whimper.
Those three words send a heated charge through me. I bring my hand to my dick and stroke it as she stares. My other hand curls over one round, perfect cheek. She gasps as I touch her. I raise my palm to swat her rear when I catch sight of something sticking out of her purse on the coffee table.
“Don’t move,” I say, and I walk away to grab a thin black stick from her purse. “I’m so fucking glad you carry that giant bag around with your magic stuff in it.”
“Are you going to spank me with my magic wand?” Her tone is laced with excitement.
“I absolutely am.”
“Because I’m going to retire that one from use after you do it.”
“You bet your sweet ass this little prop is reserved for our dirty tricks now,” I say, and I raise the black wand and tap it lightly against her rear, testing her. She inhales sharply.
“More?” I ask, stepping closer to the side of the counter so I can bend to her face and dust a kiss on her lips.
She nods, the look in her eyes heated.
I lift it again and whack her other cheek.
She flinches, but then a soft gasp follows, and I rub my palm over her soft rear.
Just to be sure she liked it, I drag a hand between her legs.
My perfect dirty angel. “You’re soaked,” I rasp out, as I slide my fingers across the damp fabric hugging her pussy.
“Do it again,” she begs.
I gladly comply, spanking my naughty magician with her very own magic wand and soothing her with my palm each time, one delicious globe then the other, then back again.
Winding her up. Making her writhe. Drawing out the most delicious noises from her.
I kneel and press kisses on her bottom, pulling at the lace with my teeth, inching it closer to the crack of her delicious ass, exposing her flesh.
I nibble on her cheek, and she moans. I lavish attention on the other one, giving her everything she wants right where she wants it, nibbling, licking, kissing her soft, sweet skin.
As I worship this fantastic rear, Harper whispers my name. “Nick, I need you.”
She wants me. She needs me. I have never craved being the object of both more than I do with Harper. I pull down her panties and help her step out of them.
My dick throbs as I look at her bare ass, her slick, wet pussy, her gorgeous legs, and her face, her eyes so full of desire. “You’re incredible,” I murmur.
She pushes the condom at me. She’s so damn desperate. I cover my dick, curl a hand around her hip, and rub the tip between her legs. She shudders, arching her back.
“Oh, princess,” I rasp, as I rub the head against her heat. “I fucking want you so much.”
She pushes back against me. “I want you, too.”
Like this, with her bent over my kitchen counter in a black butterfly bra and stockings, I sink into the woman I’ve been dreaming about for months, and I groan in pleasure. She’s divine. So hot, so fucking snug.
The intensity of this moment radiates in my body like a hot flare. I’m inside Harper for the first time, and it’s so good it’s unreal.
She moans, and I lower my chest to her, pressing against her back, my lips near her face. “Harper,” I say as I ease out then push in.
“Oh God,” she moans, and it sounds as if she’s lost in pleasure.
“Harper,” I say again, my voice rough, commanding.
“Yes?”
“You’re perfect like this.”
I raise my chest, grip her hips with both hands, and thrust—slow, deep lingering strokes that have her squirming and begging, saying yes and please and more.
I take my time, making her want it, rocking in and out of her.
She circles her hips against me. Her knuckles are white from gripping the counter.
I run a hand up her spine, grab a fistful of hair, and tug.
She yelps, and the noise transforms into a low, sexy groan as I take her harder.
“Deeper,” she begs. “I love it when you’re so deep in me.”
Sparks fly down my legs. Lust incinerates me, and desire spreads to every cell. She raises her ass higher, sinks lower, gives me more of her body. Each move she makes fans the flames, and I fuck her how she wants it. Deep, hard, passionate.
Her breath comes in shudders and reckless pants. Curling my hands tighter around her, I say, “Is this how you wanted it? All those times?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Is it like your dirty pictures?”
“It’s better. So much better.”
I know what will make it the best. Her lips.
I lower my chest to her back, cup a cheek with one hand, and turn her face to mine.
This isn’t the easiest position, but I don’t care.
I know what I’m doing, and I fuck her from behind as I kiss her madly, needing her lips, craving her tongue, wanting this connection.
She’s so wild beneath me, all moans and murmurs and thrusts, and her tongue seeks mine, her lips pressing hungrily to me.