This Was Meant To Be: BWWM Romance

by Ellie Etienne

  Harrison shook his head; changed his mind and started nodding; changed his mind and shook it again.

  He felt a bit dizzy by the end of that, but that might’ve been because Leigh was so close to him, too. Standing so close to him that he could smell that elusive scent, of flowers and spices, that reminded him of summer nights in the tropics.

  “Leigh… I think…”

  Leigh placed a finger on his lips and smiled softly.

  “I think you’ve been doing far too much thinking lately, Harrison. I think it’s about time you stopped that and let yourself take a bit. I want you. I’m beginning to realize that I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want your hands on me. I want your mouth to pleasure me. I want you to know and memorize every inch of my body, and give me pleasure that will make my soul sing. I will give you all of that and more. Will you let me, Harrison?”

  Harrison couldn’t speak.

  Leigh slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it slither off her and onto the floor.

  She stood there, wearing strappy heels that made her legs look so long and glorious, in red lace panties the color of ripe cherries begging to be sucked and taken, and nothing else.

  “Leigh… Are you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to rush things. I want this to be right, and perfect.”

  Leigh’s smile widened.

  “Do I look unsure? If anything, you’re the one who looks unsure. Do you want me?”

  Harrison couldn’t tear his eyes away from the perfection that was Leigh. Had he known how beautiful she was? He’d been wrong. She was beyond words. Her skin was dark perfection, with a richness that seemed to glow. Her breasts were high and proud, generous enough to fill a man’s hands.

  His hands.

  He wanted his hands on them, gliding over every inch of her skin. He wanted to rip that cherry red lace away and taste the sweetness that it promised, until he gave her the pleasure she had asked for.

  So in answer, Harrison took one stride towards Leigh, and pulled her into his arms. That kiss was unlike any they had shared before. His lips slid over hers, and when hers opened, his tongue slid into her mouth and took.

  She gave more than eagerly, sliding her tongue over his as her hands, busy and clever, got rid of his clothes.

  His hands moved over her bare back, cupping her ass and bringing her flush against his rock hard body as she tugged his shirt off.

  She hummed in pleasure as she slid her hands along his chest, her fingers brushing over his hard nipples.

  His teeth closed on her lower lip and tugged as she brushed her nails over his nipples. Encouraged, she did it again and was rewarded with what sounded like a helpless moan.

  Harrison, always in control and ever grounded, was helpless with desire for her. The rush of that power was heady.

  Her hand slid between them and made quick work of his belt and his trousers, pushing it down. She pressed her body closer to him, now feeling his hard manhood close to her with only such thin barriers between them that she could feel it throbbing and pulsing against her, needing her.

  “I need you, Leigh,” he whispered as his lips moved to her cheek, over to her ear and his tongue traced the folds of her ear.

  She felt his breath on her ear and she trembled.

  He was making her tremble.

  But she wanted more.

  “Bedroom,” murmured Leigh.

  It wasn’t as smooth as she’d hoped for, because he had to kick off his shoes and socks before he could get his pants off. The little breathless moment of laughter only made it sweeter to Leigh.

  He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and standing beside her.

  She opened her arms to him.

  He moved over her, kissing her lips softly, and smiled.

  “Let me pleasure you,” said Harrison.

  Leigh smiled.

  “I think it’ll be both our pleasure,” she reminded him.

  “Don’t move. Lie still, and let me give you everything I can.”

  Seduced beyond endurance by his words, Leigh felt everything in her melt as he started kissing her, softly, gently. He explored her body, finding secret, sensitive places that made her gasp and tremble, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as she tried to hold on.

  He kissed the sensitive skin under her breasts. He kissed her fingers, before sliding a finger into his mouth and sucking gently. She felt it arrow straight to the core of her, making her wet and so needy for him.

  Had she thought to seduce him? He was seducing her.

  She felt his lips over her belly, making her quiver. He traced the lines of her ribs, the dip and hollow of her navel, and slid his tongue over her hips, making her moan.

  He moved back up to flick his tongue lightly over her nipples, one after the other, making her moan and cry for more. He teased her endlessly, tormenting her with his tongue, before wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking, his tongue sliding over the tip, making her body arch off the bed as she cried out.

  “Harrison!”

  His name was a gasping plea from her lips.

  His hand covered her other breast, his fingers finding her nipple and stroking, tantalizing, pulling lightly, making Leigh hold him closer. Her hips were moving against him.

  She wanted him.

  “Harrison, please,” she moaned.

  He smiled against her breast and switched his attentions to the other one, giving it the same loving, teasing treatment, making Leigh writhe against him.

  He slid down her again, this time faster, and slid her panties, that enticing cherry red, down and off her long legs.

  She felt his lips move up her legs, kissing her behind her knee and making her tremble, before he spread her legs and kissed his way up her inner thighs.

  She felt him, heard him breathing her in.

  “You are so sexy, Leigh. So beautiful. So hot. I want you.”

  “Take me,” said Leigh, and it sounded more like a plea than a command.

  He made her wait, longer still, kissing her everywhere but where she needed his lips and his tongue.

  Finally, his tongue flicked out and tasted her, the hot, wet center of her that told him just how much she needed him.

  “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he told her, and he nuzzled her, his tongue sliding over her folds, sliding over her inner lips and finding that hard little nub of pure pleasure that was more than ready for him to lick.

  “Oh yes, don’t stop,” urged Leigh, her hips moving as she felt his tongue sliding over her, inside her, making her gasp.

  Her hands bunched the sheets as she tried to hold on to something in that whirlpool of pleasure. She had never felt like that before. She’d never felt anything this potent.

  She felt his fingers slide deep inside her as his lips closed on her little button, now not so little, and sucked. She nearly arrowed straight off the bed as she felt the combined pleasure take her closer and closer to the edge.

  Her was relentless, holding her in place as he tasted and licked her, sucked and pleasured her, as if he had never had anything as irresistible.

  “Harrison, I…”

  The rest of the words were lost as she cried out, as wave after wave of intense pleasure nearly drowned her, and she was willing to be lost in it forever.

  She felt him move up her, his body sliding over hers, and realized that he had gotten rid of his briefs. Her hand moved between them and reached for him. She wrapped a loose fist around his erection, and stroked, slowly, feeling him throb in her hand.

  He was long, and thick, and she wanted him inside her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Harrison’s face was over hers, and the intensity in his eyes nearly took her breath away.

  “Tell me you need me,” said Harrison, and she felt him probing against the wet, hot entrance of her.

  “I need you,” said Leigh, and she felt the tip of him pressing inside her, slowly,
steadily.

  “God, Leigh, you feel so good,” said Harrison as he rocked his hips, moving deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust.

  Leigh felt him filling her, stretching her, and she moved against him, meeting his thrusts with her own, until he was deep inside her.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, and she moved against him, urging him to go harder, faster.

  Harrison tried to hold on. Harrison tried to give her more pleasure than he had. He wanted to make it last forever. He wanted to make it perfect, so that she could remember it forever.

  But he was lost in her, lost in the pleasure of her as he drove into her, over and over again.

  His mouth captured hers, and he held her close, his hips thrusting, moving inside her faster, and faster, straining for that release, still trying to hold on to give her more pleasure.

  He felt her legs wrap around his hips. Her heels pushed against him, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust, as if she needed everything he could give her and more. As if she would never have enough of him.

  “Harrison…”

  She moaned his name against his lips, and he knew he was lost. He was lost in every way. When he felt her tense, and her body tremble, shuddering, he knew that she had climbed that peak again, tumbling in a wild, glorious free fall that was the closest thing to flying on pure pleasure.

  With a cry, he thrust deep inside her, once more, twice more, and he held her close as he emptied inside her, filling her.

  It was a few minutes before either could speak.

  “Harrison…”

  He just grunted.

  “Can’t breathe,” gasped Leigh.

  He managed to roll over, carrying her with him until she was on top of him.

  “Next time we’ll try it this way. Then I don’t have to move after,” he told her.

  Leigh smiled.

  “How long do you think it’ll be before next time?”

  Harrison chuckled.

  “Greedy, aren’t you?”

  Leigh smiled and kissed him, long and soft.

  “That was perfect. But we can try for better than perfect, later, I think. After dinner,” said Leigh with a happy smile.

  She sat up.

  “Dinner! I need to stir the sauce!”

  And she was up and off in a flurry of long, dark limbs, bouncing, perky breasts, and hair that was messier and more mussed than Harrison had ever seen on Leigh.

  She was usually so well put together.

  But he liked it when he got her a bit messy.

  He wondered what was for dessert.

  He pulled on his briefs and walked out of the bedroom.

  Leigh turned around and looked disappointed.

  “Oh. You’re dressing.”

  Harrison laughed.

  “What’s for dessert?” he asked.

  Leigh grinned.

  “I think you’ll like what I have in mind.”

  Dinner was what Harrison had always dreamed of. Leigh, relaxed and loved, sitting by him, laughing as she narrated things that had happened at work.

  Soon enough, he realized that there were problems at work that Leigh hadn’t told him about. But he let it go. He wouldn’t ruin that golden evening with such talk.

  “You know, I’ll have to tell Emily she was right.”

  Harrison looked up, a bit alarmed. He knew that women talked to their best friends about everything, and Emily and Leigh were closer than anybody he had ever known.

  Still, he didn’t think he wanted them talking about his dick measurements.

  Did women talk about that?

  “What was she right about?”

  Leigh grinned.

  “You do have a beautiful body. Do you know, she said she would’ve been more than willing to give you a good try if you hadn’t always been stuck on me? She said you’ve always been stuck on me, but I’ve just been oblivious.”

  Harrison grinned.

  “I plead the fifth,” he told her, making her laugh.

  “Thank you,” said Leigh, softly, taking him by surprise.

  Harrison raised an eyebrow.

  “It has been the most perfect evening. I’ve needed this. I know this wasn’t what you planned, and you like things to go as you plan…”

  Harrison shrugged.

  “I’m flexible when your plans are this great,” he told her, making her grin.

  But his phone rang, and he stepped outside to take the call, signaling that it would just take a minute.

  Leigh let the smile slip when he was out of sight.

  That had been incredible. But it had also been more than she had bargained for – way more.

  She had wanted pleasure, and a release from the tension. She had, instead, gotten far more tension because now she was worried about everything she had felt.

  Harrison had known things about her body that she hadn’t known. He had been led by instinct as if his very purpose was to pleasure her, make her feel things that made her forget everything except him.

  She had arranged that evening because she wanted to be the one in control, and she didn’t feel like she was in control at that moment.

  She felt like she was being swept along on a current, as if she had no choice.

  Harrison came back to the kitchen and she put her smiling mask on immediately. She would think about all of it later. He wouldn’t spend the night with her, of course. So she would have lots of time to think, and brood, and worry.

  Another sleepless night – exactly what she needed to be at the top of her game. She would have to be extra careful not to let Slimy Willie pull anything and blame her for it.

  “Anna,” said Harrison, as an explanation.

  Leigh smiled and nodded, serving him more food.

  “Oh, Anna reminded me that this Sunday is a family dinner. You’ll be there, won’t you? I might’ve forgotten if Anna hadn’t reminded me.”

  Leigh felt her tummy roll over a bit.

  A family dinner – sit with Harrison, Mom and Dad at the same table, and pretend that nothing had happened.

  Oh, that couldn’t work. She couldn’t do it.

  “I’ll have to cancel, I think. I have tons of work to catch up on, and Willie seems to really want to mess with me. You know, I have no idea what I did to the idiot to make him hate me so much. I wish he’d find somebody else to pick on.”

  Harrison raised an eyebrow at her clumsy attempt to change the subject. So she didn’t want to talk about her parents, and what they were going to have to be told.

  Well, there would be time. He could wait until she was ready, of course.

  But he didn’t mean this to be a fling. He meant it to last.

  He had wanted to wait until he was sure Leigh was ready for more because he meant it to last.

  But it was far newer to Leigh than it was to him.

  He could be patient.

  Chapter 8

  “It’s too bad Leigh couldn’t make it. But she’s been so busy. Maybe she’s doing too much. Harrison, you should see your sister more often and cheer her up a bit. You look quite happy, really, have you finally taken up yoga like I’ve been telling you to?”

  Harrison felt himself, mortifyingly, begin to blush.

  Martha sure had packed a lot into that innocuous comment during dessert, which was, of course, incredible.

  Samuel Wells looked over at Harrison and grinned.

  “I’d like to see you doing yoga,” he rumbled, in his deep, amused voice.

  Harrison fidgeted.

  “No, I haven’t taken up yoga yet. But it’s definitely looking good on you, Martha. Maybe you should get Leigh to take up yoga, if you think she’s overworking herself.”

  Samuel chuckled, a sound that came deep from his belly.

  Harrison always felt better around Samuel’s calming presence, but he also knew that Leigh was his little girl. He really didn’t want to think about how he would feel about…

  Well, he didn’t want to think about any of that wh
en he was at the dinner table with Martha and Samuel.

  “Oh, you know Leigh. She’s always on the go. Stopping long enough to breathe deeply and focus on everything around her is asking too much. But she sounded happy when she called. Busy, but happy. Did you know that she broke up with Carl?”

  Harrison fidgeted, wondering what he was supposed to say.

  Yes, and I’m dating her now.

  Well, he didn’t think that would go over very well.

  “I think it’s a woman,” said Samuel.

  Martha squealed in joy.

  “Harrison, are you finally seeing somebody? Are you going to bring a young lady home?”

  Harrison nearly blushed and fidgeted.

  “No, I… No, I mean… This is really wonderful,” said Harrison and shoveled food into his mouth to avoid answering.

  If they noticed, they were gracious enough not to press him too much.

  So he dodged the topic, steered conversation on to new and less dangerous subjects, and got more and more uncomfortable as the evening passed.

  By the time he left, he was guilty on top of uncomfortable. They were both so happy that he seemed to be happy and less restless. He felt like he was lying to them, cheating them in some way.

  Especially when Martha hugged him, and told him how lovely it was to see that light in his eyes again.

  Obviously, he mused as he went back home, he and Leigh had something to talk about. They needed to figure out just how they were going to handle this.

  Were they going to tell her parents, and the people who had become as good as his parents, that they were dating?

  Harrison realized that he wanted to, deep inside. He had spent so much time waiting for things to work out between them that he didn’t want to waste more time keeping secrets.

  But that was just him, being impatient. He had to give Leigh time to get used to what was obviously a huge change.

  They had just gone on one real date. They’d met a couple of times for quick lunches, but those meetings hadn’t been dates.

  They hadn’t been able to talk, and explore each other.

  A quick kiss goodbye just wasn’t enough.

  Impulsively, he called Leigh.

  “Hey,” said Leigh’s voice, sounding just a bit breathless.

  Harrison smiled as he heard her voice. She could make him smile.