Eleven days since I got her back.
I went six years. We've got a hell of a lot of making up to do.
I keep my breathing steady, testing how far she's willing to go. My dick is already betraying me, springing to life. Desperate for Harper's attention. As always.
Her lips press against my chest, and my breath hitches. I bite my tongue as she kisses her way down my body.
"Don't ever sign up to be one of those on-screen props for a dead guy, Ace," she teases, wrapping her hand around my cock as she rips the duvet off us.
I peer out of one eye. She's grinning from between my legs.
"I don't know what you're talkin' about," I mutter.
"Hmm." She runs her tongue along my thigh.
My hips lift of their own accord.
"Please, baby," I hiss.
Her nail gently runs over the piercings.
"Tell me what you need, Ace," she purrs.
My eyes open fully.
She bites her lip, her eyes full of hunger.
"You. I'm fuckin' dying here thinking about all the ways I wanna fuck you. All the ways I can't right now. I just need my dick inside your tight pussy, baby. Please."
She sits up, and my eyes lock on her breasts. I swear they've gotten bigger. That alone nearly makes me come on the spot.
"Only if you promise to let me be in control. Just this once. I'm not letting you hurt yourself."
I nod eagerly. I'll take whatever my girl gives me. We have the rest of our lives to get all our primal urges out of our systems.
"I'll be a real good boy for you, Harper. I'll just lie here and let you use me however you need."
Her eyebrow arches. "However I want, huh?"
I grin. "Yep. Do your worst, baby."
She straddles me, gliding the head of my dick against her. She's already soaking my cock.
"If you come, I ain't stopping."
I chuckle. "Yeah, just fuck me hard again. No complaints here."
She must feel how wound up I am. My bad arm is in its sling, and she looks down at my good one as it drifts toward her hip.
She tuts, batting it away. Carefully.
"Hands on the mattress, Ace. No touching."
A growl escapes me. "None?"
She shakes her head and then sinks down onto my dick, which kills the argument dead. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
"Fuuuck. You feel incredible," I groan.
