by E. H. Lyon
“Max, oh god, so good.”
I look up at her and can see her head is falling back in pleasure, but fuck, the sight of her playing with her tits while I eat her out sends my cock into a desirous rollercoaster, needing a thrill.
Soon I have her quivering under my tongue and shaking.
“Yes, oh yes.” She nearly screams as she lets go. Her thighs shaking around my head.
I continue to stroke her slowly until her aftershocks stop. Then I continue my voyage of her body and my mouth finds her nipple as I slip a finger inside her.
“Max, I am so wet for you. I want you. Please,” she begs as her fingers thread through my hair.
I move to her other nipple and slip another finger inside her. She’s snug and she will be all mine. In the back of my head, the fact she hasn’t been with anyone in a few months is a victory dance, my mind is dancing as I know she will feel so tight. I feel it on my fingers.
“Fuck me, Max. Please.”
I release her nipple. “You are a good girl. You said please,” I taunt, and it makes her giggle an adorable giggle. It makes me stop as I hover over her and admire the sight. She is breathtakingly beautiful with such a natural laugh that seeps through your body and brings light to the dark hidden veins within you.
Harper notices that I am appreciating the view and brings her hand to my face. I kiss her inner palm and we take a few seconds to stare at each other. The heat between us radiating.
“Max, I want you, I really want you,” she softly urges me as her thumb traces my mouth.
“I want you too, Harper,” I remind her before I get to work on the condom. Debating which way I should take her. Missionary gives me dominance, doggy and I get to look at her amazing ass, spooning is for morning sex, legs wrapped around my neck is a win for all, she could go on top as she is skilled, then there is froggy style, face-off, cowboy…
My head is spinning with the options being endless, she makes me want to give the best performance possible. She has me a little nervous and that isn’t my style.
As if she’s reading my mind, she grabs my arms as soon as the condom is on and guides me to sitting on the edge of the bed. “I need to look at you,” she whispers, and it makes my lips tug as she comes to straddle me.
“I need that too.” It comes out subtle, but it’s a realization.
She sits on top of me and my tip finds her opening. She works her way slowly down and I work my way slowly up and we meet in the middle. Her arms looping around me, our warm smooth bodies grinding. My hips move up to plunge into her as her moans urge me on. Her wet pussy wraps around my cock like a glove and she tightens a few times.
“Harper, you are magical,” I groan, and she smiles, while at the same time bringing her legs wider. Because this woman is bendy. It sends me deeper into her.
“Fuck, you really are a good girl,” I have to compliment in amazement at her position. She is firm, stable, wide, and gloriously addictive as I slide in and out of her.
“Show me, Max,” she encourages.
My thrusts go in and out at a steady beat. My mouth delves into her neck and I can feel her arm between us and feel that she is rubbing her clit. She is a mystical creature with many talents in bed, and it makes me kiss her mouth hard. Claiming her as my own, and this is wild, crazy, and I’ve only known her a few days. But I want her.
When I feel her clenching around my cock, I pick the pace up. We find a rhythm of me going deep with my pelvis tipping up and her meeting me as she plunges down.
The rhythm keeps us steady until she breathes into my ear. “Oh God, oh, oh, I’m almost there.” It sends me quicker to my own destination.
“Come on, Harper, come with me.” Our pace quickens, and in a swift move, I flip us on the edge of the bed so she is lying underneath me.
‘Yes yes yessss…” she screams, and the moment she quivers under me it makes me unleash my own climax.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, and she covers my mouth with her own.
I can’t even see clearly as I think I am nearly blind. Her fingers stroke my back, but we are both unravelling in our comedown. Our chests heaving from worn-out breath.
“Mmm not bad for a first time,” she mutters, and I can hear the grin in her words.
“Harper, what have you done to me?” I admit because she is sending me to a destination that I didn’t see coming five days ago. I would love to hear her witty comeback, but I need to take care of the condom, so I pull out and I kiss the tip of her nose in the process.
“Be right back,” I say, and a minute later I am back in her room where she still lies almost lifeless on the top of her bed, now with her head on the pillow.
I come to lie next to her and my arm wraps around her as she nuzzles into my chest.
“Max, I hope that was only round one.”
It has me slightly concerned, and I look down at her to catch her gaze. “Is this where you tell me that I have improvement points?”
“Relax, Maximillian, no, I was hoping we could get in a few rounds as I really need to show you my spread-eagle position, and well, of course we need to test my handcuffs.” She says it so matter of fact.
I kiss her hair and squeeze her closer. “Good answer, Harper. Good answer.”
Chapter Nine
Harper
I sit in my bed and look at Max lying on his side facing me. His arm is thrown over his head, and I admire his chiseled chest with just the right amount of dark hair, and his forearms are perfect for holding just about any position. It’s been a few hours and we have made rabbits in spring look unqualified, which led to a much-needed nap.
It’s better than I could have hoped. We meet one another on the wild fantasy scale. But more than that, he has this sensitive side that I’ve seen a peek of. He lets me take the lead and kisses me in all those little places that guys forget are kisses to the soul. There is something near my heart dancing, but I can’t figure out what.
Max mumbles as his eyes begin to flutter open. He squints an eye and looks at me. “What are you doing?” It comes out drowsy.
“Just admiring my creature.”
His lips form a wry smile. “Your creature? Is that what I am?”
“I don’t know what you are, but that position in our last round was not human,” I tell him as I adjust my body to lying on my side and prop my head on my elbow.
“Come here, you,” he growls and pulls me close to him then kisses my forehead then the tip of my nose. “What’s the game plan for this evening? I need to take my contacts out before my eyes turn red.”
I wonder if this is the cue he’s trying to give that he wants to leave. In my mind, I was hoping he would want to stay and sleep here with me. Guys forget that women need that even if they say it’s only sex. But with Max, it isn’t just sex.
“Oh. Uhm. I guess you need to go home as you don’t have your glasses.”
Stupid me, I’m giving him an out.
“Trying to get rid of me? No, I have my glasses in the car. What I meant is do you want to order in some food? I need to set my alarm quite early, though, as I have to meet with a seller at 9am. Sorry to ruin your last days of summer vacation.”
A smile spreads on my face from relief that he wants to stay.
“Oh, it’s not a problem at all. And if this is what my last days of summer vacation look like, then I am not complaining,” I nearly purr before I kiss him on the lips.
Half an hour later, we have Chinese food at the kitchen counter and Max is back in his glasses. I am sitting in a long t-shirt and it doesn’t cover below my little boxer shorts, not even an inch.
We started talking about when tourist season dies off in Sage Creek, but it never does. Then we switched to talking about what we were like as teenagers.
“We threw a lot of parties. Lucas, Leo, and I did it at every chance we got. A shitload of pranks too. But we did study hard,” Max explains as he scoops some more rice from the takeaway box.
“You just partied harder?” I finish his
sentence.
He shoots his finger at me. “Exactly. But anyways, you?”
“I kind of want to forget high school, to be honest. I think guys have a different experience than girls. I mean, I eventually found my group of friends who didn’t judge, but for the most part I buried my school experience as girls are mean and bitchy.” I’m honest as it was hell on a good day. So much so that I don’t talk about it—except with Max, it seems.
“I would never guess that was your experience as you’re so confident,” he tenderly says as he brushes my arm with his fingers.
“Now, yes. Then, no. Maybe that is why I’m confident now, because I know they were most likely the ones who were more insecure. Anyways, enough about that. By the way, I am not that confident. You kind of have me stumbling.” My mouth forms a dry smile.
Max lets out a laugh. “I have you stumbling? No way. I am absolutely tripping on words and actions around you,” he admits, and I love that he is so honest. Not putting on the cool and collected persona.
“Well then, let’s just agree that we both are doing something to the other.”
“Agreed.” He throws me a fortune cookie. “I have a feeling you love these.”
My face lights up. “I do. What does yours say?”
He cracks open his cookie and laughs. “Okay, Harper, what magic trick did you pull that they sent this one?” He shows me the paper of his cookie.
Keep your eye out for someone special
I laugh. “I promise, I don’t even know anyone there to bribe. But good message. Okay, now me.” I break open my cookie. Now I have to laugh as I show Max the paper who reads it and laughs.
A very attractive person has a message for you
“Something tells me the Chinese restaurant is in the business of catering to romantic dinners,” I comment.
“Don’t you wonder what message I have for you?” he asks me, entertained.
“Are you the attractive person?” I pretend and immediately he slithers an arm around my waist and pulls me off the chair to press against his body.
“Watch it, Harper,” he warns me and tickles my stomach.
I try and push his hand away. “Okay then, what is the message?”
“Easy. Let’s sleep, because I’m worn out,” he tells me honestly with a grin.
“Good plan as I do need to stand tomorrow, and I am bordering the threshold of no return.”
Our lips meet for a warm, slow, and lingering kiss. The kind that makes you feel yearned for, the kind that reminds you that you’re in a good place. It’s hopeful.
It’s perfect.
Max’s alarm went off at six in the morning, which was a bit of a buzzkill. But I get it as he needed to go home, change, and get to a meeting. Plus, worth it, as him holding me all night was like having a giant living teddy bear in bed, except this one snores slightly. He kissed me goodbye, but I was only half-awake and went back to bed and finally woke around nine.
Holding my phone up, I talk to my brother while I drink coffee at my counter.
“You only just got up? Clearly I’m in the wrong profession,” Josh speaks as he sits behind his desk. He’s in Chicago so an hour ahead.
“Relax, as soon as the school year starts it’s back to six am for me. Besides, I needed the sleep.”
My brother chokes on his coffee on the other end. “Why is that?” he fishes, amused.
“A good Sunday.” I wink at him and he grumbles.
“Tell me about the guy, Harper. Is it the realtor?” He gives me that big-brother authoritarian tone.
“Max is more than my realtor. He could be a real catch. I mean, it’s new, but sometimes you just know. I never experienced love at first sight, but maybe I am now a believer,” I casually mention, because I still can’t explain this whirlwind that I am finding myself in.
“Whoa there, horsey, slow it down a little. You’ve known the guy like what, ten seconds?”
“I know, I know, but he isn’t like the other men I’ve been with. We talk and he gets me.”
“I don’t even know what to say other than I guess you have to start somewhere with someone. Just take it easy, there’s no rush. Plus, I need to vet the guy still,” he tells me, half-serious. My brother knows I’m not a nun, but lately I always spared him the details because there was never anything to tell. Now I want to share the details and make him squirm.
“Trust me, I vetted him thoroughly.” I flash my eyes at my screen.
“Fuck, can we not do that? I expect to meet this guy.”
“Josh, this man can make me go shy. Shy, Josh, shy!” I exclaim.
“Oh, so he can perhaps keep you in line? Great. Listen, I’m happy if you’re happy, but just relax, be yourself, and see where it goes,” he offers his big-brother advice.
I give him a long look with wide eyes. “Sure. I will listen to the man who has no girlfriend or wife,” I deadpan.
He shakes his head at me. “All I’m saying is after what happened… well… I don’t want to see you get hurt again.” I knew at some point he would bring it up. I’ve done a good job of forgetting the reason I am starting anew.
“Thanks for the reality check,” I say sarcastically.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re right, though. But this just feels, I don’t know, different.”
He nods at me, and after another minute of catching up on Mom and Dad, we say our farewells.
After, I take a shower and get ready for heading into school for a teacher meeting. All the while wondering how to calm my flutters of excitement that are having a party inside me, because I am literally swimming in happiness, and it scares me that I’ll get knocked down and fear it’s only temporary.
But a whisper in my mind also tells me that maybe for once it can be exactly what it appears to be. Wonderful.
Chapter Ten
Max
Looking at Harper, standing across from me in the house I’m showing her, and I am questioning my ethics slightly. It’s been two days since we had a marathon of sex and it would have been repeated yesterday too, but I actually had to handle some other business and Harper had a teachers meeting. Now, here we are 48 hours later, and I need to put on my realtor hat for Harper—and not as a roleplay scenario.
“Maybe we should wait until next week to see more houses and then Jess can show you,” I suggest for the third time in twenty minutes.
Harper laughs. “Trying to get rid of me already? I thought you let that whole rule go,” she speaks as she continues to glide her hand along the white marble countertop of the kitchen in the house. Looking around wondrously and taking in her surroundings of the recently built 3-bedroom home.
“I did, but now I realize it is slightly weird that I will get a commission from the woman I’m sleeping with,” I admit, a little disgruntled.
Harper walks to me and grabs my hand, giving me a reassuring look. “Does sleeping together once count as sleeping together?” She’s trying to rile me, and I give her a stern eye. “And is Max worried that he is basically getting paid to sleep with me?” She tries to contain her laughter as I shrug.
“Not exactly.”
“Relax, Max. Besides, just see me as the one looking at the houses, but at the end of the day, it is my father who will sign off on everything.”
“Yeah, isn’t he making an appearance soon? It’s not comforting,” I add unenthusiastically.
She grabs my other hand and begins to walk backwards as she guides me back through the house.
“I know exactly what to do to ease you.” Her look of mischief is strong as she guides me up the stairs. I already know her mind, because my mind has thought about this for years but never acted on it.
“Harper, if you are trying to get me to do what I think you are, then forget it.” I mean, the house is currently unfurnished and no carpet so it’s not like we’re invading someone’s personal space. But there is another showing in twenty minutes. Twenty minutes!
“This is a good-sized master according
to my realtor. But it may need to be tested.” She tries to entice me as she presses her body against mine and is already playing with the collar on my shirt.
“I am not going to screw you in here. There aren’t even blinds on the windows, anybody could see. The next viewing appointment could see,” I tell her in disbelief as my hand finds her hip to hold to try and stave her off, but I feel my resilience weakening and quickly.
“But the closet has no windows.” Harper gives me an equally sexy and serious smile with the fact she just presented.
A scoff escapes my mouth. “You are out of your mind.”
“And you need to grow a pair,” she challenges.
My face drops as I look at her; she is feisty today. She pushes all my buttons, she must know that. Something in me snaps. She planted the seed in my head, and I need to relax. I haven’t had my fix of her since the other night. The odds of thinking clearly are against me.
I charge her, grab her arms, and guide her to the walk-in closet.
Harper twirls to me with a satisfying grin as she pretends to look around the closet. “We can do a lot in here.”
The sound of my buckle unlooping fills the room as she licks her lips. “Oh yeah? Does it involve my hands on your ass as I push deep into you?” I ask her.
Her hands reach for my chest. “Most definitely it involves your hands. It involves your dick too, but I haven’t decided which part of you I like more yet,” she explains as she pulls down her panties under her skirt in a hurry. I grab the thong from her hand and put it in my back pocket for later.
Turning her around, her hands find the wall as I grip her hips and pull them back. In no time, I have a condom on and my tip is finding its way inside her. A moan escapes her.
“Give it to me, Max. Be a bad boy.” She is teasing me and wanting me all in the same sentence.
