Chapter six #3
His arms wrap around my back, masterfully unhooking my bra, and it joins my clothing on the floor.
I stand before him in only my white lace panties.
“Hell, you’ve grown up.” He leans down and kisses me fiercely, holding the back of my head in his hands.
“Harry,” I mumble against his lips, “this isn’t a good idea.”
“We’ve never been a good idea,” he replies, “but I knew from the moment you arrived back, that you and I would end up here. You’re like a fucking magnet, calling me. You always have been.”
He kisses me again, then encourages me to sit on the bed, tapping the sheet with his hand before dropping down beside me.
“Over the years, no one has ever come close.”
“We slept together once,” I protest.
“Once was all that was needed. No one has ever made my body react the way you do. You only have to walk into a room, and I transform into a horny teenager. The feeling of that pussy of yours around me has been etched in my mind all these years. I need to feel you again.”
“I’m pregnant,” I say.
“And I’m here. I’m here for both of you. If you’ll have me. That day, the day you gave me your virginity...” He trails off, and I flush.
“I should have told you,” I mumble—the guilt still stings. If I’d told him, life may have turned out differently, but then again, he may never have touched me at all.
“And I should have contacted you after. But we were both young and unsure. You’ve always been the one that got away. I’m not letting you go again, pregnant or not.”
His fingers trail down my collarbone, across my breasts, and land between my legs.
As he strokes the outside of my panties, I widen my stance to give him access.
One finger hooks the fabric, pulling it to the side.
His eyes never leave mine. “Lie down,” he orders, and I comply without a thought.
“Lift your knees.” He pushes a finger between my lips, then adds a second.
“Is someone excited?” he whispers. “Is someone remembering what it feels like to be claimed by a man who adores you? Who wants you with every molecule of his body?”
I groan softly as he pumps. Strong fingers reacquaint themselves with what has always been his, even if neither of us thought it would happen.
“That sound,” he growls, “is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever heard. I want to make you do it again, but louder.” He rips my panties from my body with his other hand. “These have to go.” He throws them away, discarded as unnecessary.
The sound of my body sucking his fingers in triggers another moan.
I draw my knees up further, spreading them wide.
He lies beside me, propped on his elbow, naked.
His cock is hard against my side, his hand encourages my pussy to give him more.
“You’re so fucking wet. I want to taste you.”
He extracts his fingers, sliding them straight into his mouth and sucking deeply.
I swallow, completely aroused by the exhilaration on his face in reaction.
“The sweetest flavor,” he whispers. “I need more.”
He grabs two pillows from the top of the bed, then shuffles down between my spread legs.
“Ass up.” I lift my hips, and he slips a cushion beneath my butt before kneeling with a leg on either side of him.
He places one of my feet on each of his shoulders, pushing forward so my knees bend further toward my head.
I stare up at him while curled up like a pretzel, my pussy open like a platter waiting to be eaten.
“Keep those knees open. This is a fucking banquet, and I plan to feast.”
His head lowers, a hungry tongue appearing on contact with my lips.
His grip tightens, pushing my ass upward as his mouth presses hard onto my entrance.
He allows me no mercy, eating as if I am his first meal in weeks.
His strokes are deep, needing to sample every inch of me, his tongue sweeping across my skin in an effort to lap up every drop my body produces.
He leans forward more, folding me up further, the buzzing inside heightening the more pressure he applies. “I’m hungry,” he murmurs darkly. “Feed me. I need more. Fill my mouth with your climax before I return the favor and fill you with my cock.”
“Harry, this is intense,” I whine. “I can’t.”
“‘Can’t’ isn’t a word in my vocabulary,” he replies.
His face is hidden—only the top of his head visible.
He turns his lips to my inner thigh. Sharp teeth sink into my skin, reprimanding me.
The unexpected pain sends me closer to orgasm; his grip on my body tightens further as his mouth returns to where it once was.
I am pinned between his strong arms and ferocious tongue, both parts of him demanding my submission.
He teases my clit relentlessly. I wriggle my ass in search of relief, but I can’t get free of him.
My orgasm builds to breaking point, and he withdraws, allowing a lull in the sensation.
He repeats the process, taking me to the edge before not pushing me over.
The alternating highs and lows are both seductive and infuriating.
“Shall I let you come?” he says softly, glancing up.
The words that escape my lips are mixed with a moan, individually unrecognizable but begging him to allow it.
He chuckles, then takes two fingers and slides them inside, holding me still with his other arm.
My body spasms with the intrusion. I try to rock my hips, needing more friction as he pumps insanely slow.
He senses my desperation, his dark, aroused eyes never leave my face as his thumb lands on the sweet spot.
I come hard and fast around him on impact.
He withdraws his fingers and immediately devours his rewards, furiously enjoying the refreshment.
Once satisfied, he glances up again, my arousal still coating his lips.
“I could do that every fucking day, watch you orgasm under my touch. You are truly beautiful.”
I gaze at the boy who could never be mine, both aroused and deliriously happy.
“Can I have you now?” he asks in a whisper.
“You already do.” I wriggle further up the bed, lowering my body back to a single level.
He crawls over me, strong arms holding his lithe body along the length of mine.
It’s been years, but it feels so right, here and now with him.
He is in control of me, using and enjoying my body for his pleasure.
This may only be our second time coming together, but what’s between us extends over years.
It’s clear the experience we are having now has been lived by both of us before, in our minds and hearts.
His tip nudges my entrance, firm hips pushing forward, his cock sliding deep inside.
My body relaxes under his touch, softening on his command.
Once we’re joined together, he drops a kiss on my forehead.
It’s an intimate gesture that causes my heart to burst.
Harrison Waite has always been the boy who broke my heart—it turns out the feeling is mutual.
***
Harrison
Almost every sexual dream I have had since I was a teenage boy has starred Violet. Tonight, my wish to have her again has come true. She is in my bed, both beneath me and surrounding me, her body yielding to my every suggestion. Now, we are connected. I flex my hips gently, and she groans softly.
“Is this okay?” I ask, concerned. Her eyes which closed when I took her, reopen, and she smiles. Her cheeks are the most stunning shade of pink, dark hair splayed across the silk. “Does it hurt? Tell me if you want to stop.”
“The last thing I want is for you to stop,” she replies with a giggle.
“Good. I’m not sure I could.” Her pussy contracts around my dick, and I pump again, this time continuing as she recloses her eyes.
Her breasts lift into the air as she arches her back underneath my torso, her plump rose nipples grazing my chest as I move.
Delicate fingers that twisted the bedsheets as I worked on her lift to my shoulders.
She squeezes softly then moves them upward into my hair, playing with the strands.
“Harder, Harry,” she mumbles between moans, wrapping her legs around my waist. My hips work quicker with her encouragement. She wants this. She wants me. “I’m close.”
"You're so tight, Vi," I tell her. "You feel incredible."
The tip of my cock surges deep inside her, her slick walls encasing my length.
She screams as I thrust, driving her into the mattress, hard.
Her grip around my waist tightens while her fingernails return to my shoulders and dig into my skin.
The noise of her body accepting mine, wet flesh on flesh is the best aphrodisiac.
Our slick bodies move together as if they've never been apart.
Her pussy vibrates as I drive forward, pushing my body more, riding her hard through the orgasm. She whimpers again.
"Does that feel good?" I ask between labored breaths.
"Insanely good."
Every nerve on my skin is tensed and absorbed in the moment, determined to enjoy this unexpected event which I never thought I would experience again.
Then it happens, my peak arrives, and I allow myself to fill her.
My body releases all the arousal and excitement of today along with the years I’ve wanted this.
After I withdraw, I move to lie beside her, and pull the sheet across us both then lay my head on her chest.
She plays with my hair between her fingertips.
Neither of us speak. We lie together, silent, the only sound is our strained breathing before drifting off to sleep.