Harper
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he drops to his knees, hooking my leg over his shoulder before he buries his face against my core. His tongue sweeps through my most delicate area, sucking and swirling against my sensitive nerves while his fingers massage me from inside. Had I known what wonders existed with a well-placed fondle of my nether region, I may have locked myself in my room years ago, never to come out. But as it is, I’m glad my discovery of such delights is by the hand—and mouth—of the most beautiful man I’ve ever known.
And it’s not just that he’s gorgeous to look at. No. There’s something very special about his heart, something about the way his soul seems to speak to mine and coax me out of my shell. Even though I barely know him, I trust him implicitly. It seems crazy, but I think he was right when we were talking earlier. All these years, I was waiting for him. I just didn’t know it.
“Holy shit, Austin,” I cry out, my fingers going into his hair as my thighs tighten around his head. Something really intense is happening with my insides, and I literally feel like I’m about to catch fire and combust.
“Let it happen, baby,” he murmurs, before returning his mouth to my center, his tongue swirling intensely around my clit while his fingers dig deep, stretching my walls in the most glorious of ways.
“Austin! Austiiiiiiiin!” A flood of heat and flame comes rushing out of me, setting my hips in motion and taking control of my body. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’m howling and keening, and thrashing against his face in a way that I’d normally find so horribly embarrassing, but in the moment, I couldn’t stop it if I tried. For the first time in thirty-seven years, I understand what they were talking about in Sex and the City.
Slowing his licking to a gentle kiss, Austin rises to his feet, the hard shaft of his throbbing cock pressing directly against my core. “Sounds like you enjoyed that,” he murmurs, brushing the hair back from my face.
“What clued you in?” I tease, causing him to smile before he kisses me slow and long, sharing the flavor of my arousal, which only seems to excite me more.
“Think you’re ready for this?” he asks, grinding his hips so his hard length slides through my wetness and rubs against my sensitive clit.
I hiss through my teeth. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
“Right here, or you want to take this to the bedroom?”
I slide my hands over his hard chest then up to his shoulders until my fingers are laced behind his neck. “Right here. I couldn’t move if I tried.”
“I could carry you,” he says, sucking gently on my lower lip.
Smiling against his mouth, I pull my arms a little tighter. “I want you to fuck me right here.”
His cock twitches then he moans in response, wrapping his arms around my torso, practically crushing me against him as he covers my mouth with his, devouring me in his hunger.
I reciprocate in kind, pouring all of my emotion and energy into this sublime connection we share. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he pants, returning his mouth to mine as he aligns the hot head of his dick with my opening and pushes inside, slow and steady, my walls stretching around his massive girth. I gasp at the sudden searing pain, the sound caught in his mouth as he grunts then fully sheaths himself in my body. “Are you OK?”
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Besides that moment where it hurt, having him inside me feels even better than I’d imagined. All I can manage is a gaped-mouthed nod as his hips swivel back and forth, pushing and stretching my insides so I’m nothing more than an orgasm waiting to happen.
With no sounds except the gasping of our breath and the meeting of our bodies, we rock together on the edge of that counter, a joining of body and soul that is punctuated with the slick slapping of skin and our ecstasy-filled moans. This is what it means to be claimed. It feels like with every kiss, every thrust, every breath, a tiny piece of me, mixed with a tiny piece of him. Until we are one.
“Austin,” I utter, so close to release.
“You feel so fucking good, Harper. I can’t hold on much longer.” He catches my bottom lip between his and sucks back, his hips picking up speed, filling me so deeply, so completely, that I feel like I may never feel whole without him inside me again.
“Oh, God! What is happening? I...I...Austin. Oh, God!” Unable to stop the tightening coil inside me, I drop my head back and release a low howl, coming even harder than I did before. It’s like I’m exploding in shards, completely out of control.
He tucks his head into the curve of my neck, teeth against my skin as he grunts, “Fuck. Harper,” and slams his hips into mine, our pelvises aligning as he shudders, his cock twitching in my depths, spilling his release inside me. Holy hell. That was amazing!
Sliding my fingers into the back of his hair, I let out a whimper, so overcome with emotion that I can’t help but cry.
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry,” he whispers, cradling me in his arms. “I was too rough.”
“You weren’t,” I assure him, hugging him right back. “You were perfect. It was perfect. I’m crying because I’m happy. And because I’m a big baby at heart.”
“Cry all you want, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me a little closer. “I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his taut skin. “But, Austin?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you think we could do that again?”
“Already?” He chuckles so much that I can feel his still-hard cock twitching inside me. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. And you can carry me to the bed this time.”
Grinning, he hoists me off the counter like I’m nothing more than a bag of feathers. “I’d carry you anywhere, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”
And just like that, the girl who never seemed to fit in, found exactly where she belonged. In the arms of the only man strong enough to rescue her. My cowboy hero.
