by Harper James
Chapter 6
Heath kisses me like he did outside, but this time he lets his hands slide down my body, until he’s holding me against him not around my waist, but from my ass. One hand on each cheek, my white dress stretched out to allow my legs to split around his body. He squeezes my ass gently, and I moan against his mouth. How long has it been since I was touched like this?
Never. I’ve been touched, sure, but I’ve never been touched like this.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, runs across my lips, and my arms rise up to wrap around his neck. I can feel the hard muscles of his shoulders underneath my triceps, and he growls against me as I pull myself tighter against him, let a hand comb through the back of his shirt hair, raking my nails against his scalp. He adjusts my weight, supports me with one hand, and uses the free one to run a hand up my thigh, stroking the skin there until I whimper, desperate for him to move higher, to brush his fingers between my legs—
“Bedroom?” he asks as he presses his mouth against my neck and nips at me lightly.
“Straight back, left,” I gasp, dropping my head to one side so he has better access to my throat. He kisses me there as he carries me through my apartment, knees open my bedroom door, and approaches the bed. I prepare myself to be dropped onto the unmade bed, but instead Heath continues to hold me, continues to kiss me, letting his tongue dance up my neck and against my lips, then along my jaw line, then against the tip of my ear.
“I want you to take your clothes off for me,” he says in a growling voice.
“Yes,” I say— I beg.
He kisses me on the lips lightly, then puts my feet on the ground just in front of the bed. I immediately move to grab the front of my dress and yank it over my head, but Heath puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Slowly, Karli. I only get to see you naked for the first time once.”
“Oh,” I breathe, embarrassed but excited at the word “once”. Is he already thinking about a twice, three times? Because I already am.
I lick my lips; Heath steps back and sits on a chair opposite my bed, one that’s consistently covered in clothes. He doesn’t seem to notice, though; he leans back, watching me. I slowly toe my shoes off, kicking them lightly to the side. Next, the angel wings— they’ve got to come off before the dress, I realize now that I’m taking my time. I slide my arms from the elastic ribbon holding them in place and drop them on the floor.
Heath leans forward, like he wants to really see this next part. I take hold of the hem of my dress and pull it up, my skin prickling as the cool air hits my body. I curse myself for not wearing matching underwear, but based on the noise Heath makes as my panties come into view, I don’t think it’ll matter to him. I twist my body around the tight material and then tug it up and over my head, letting the dress fall to the floor.
“You look amazing,” Heath says in a low voice. “Just amazing. Keep going.”
I nod then reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. It isn’t until I move to do this that I realize no one has ever watched me get undressed before. A small handful of guys have seen me naked, sure, but it was always chucking clothing to the floor and racing to the bed. There’s never been anything like this; I’ve never had someone want so badly to look at me. I let my bra slide down my arms and to the floor. My nipples harden in the cool air and at the sight of them, Heath groans, like he’s fighting the urge to come over to me.
He licks his lips and then reaches down to his pants to palm the bulge growing there. I stare for a moment at it, wondering if his cock is going to be as big as it looks when shrouded in fabric. Heath catches me staring, and it pleases him— I can tell by the way he smiles a little, then lets his eyes fall to my panties, instructing me without saying it aloud that I should go ahead and remove them too.
I hook my fingers in the edges of my panties and pull them down slowly, finally letting them fall to the floor once my hands reach my knees. I step out of the fabric and look up to see a pained expression on Heath’s face.
“What?” I ask, worried.
“Your body is perfect,” he says, watching me. “Turn around for me.”
I flush and try to laugh it off, but still turn in a circle, letting him see me from all angles. When he cranes his neck to get a second view of my ass, I turn back a little so he can see it. That pained expression intensifies.
“You look like you’re mad,” I say, and every inch of me is a ball of anxiety— despite what he says, does he not like what he sees?
“I am mad,” he answers. “I told you to go slow, and now I’m going to have to live by the same rule. It’ll be hard, though…it’ll be really hard.”
“You don’t have to go slow,” I say coyly.
“I do,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a lot bigger than you are, Karli.”
“I can handle it,” I argue.
He laughs a little, and I’m almost offended, but then he stands and walks over to me. He runs his hands down my arms, then goes back up my body, this time fingers dancing along my waist.
“You’re shaking,” he says under his breath.
“You’re making me very nervous,” I answer back.
Heath moves his hands forward, so his fingers rest on the sides of my breasts. I bite my lip, and then his hands caress underneath my breasts, his thumbs lighting across my nipples in slow, gentle circles. They were already hardened from the cool air, but at his touch, they become like diamonds. Heath watches me for a moment, then lowers his head down, breathing gentle across my right nipple before delicately taking it in his mouth. I moan as it’s enveloped in warmth, and he flicks it with his tongue gently before releasing me.
“I’ll need to go very slow,” he says, and I realize that touch was an assessment. “But I like a challenge, Karli. You know that.”
I nod faintly, because if I say anything out loud I worry it’ll be nothing more than begging for him to suck on my nipple again.
Chapter 7
Heath steps back and pulls his shirt over his head in a single swift motion, then tosses it to the side. My mouth nearly waters at the sight of him— rippled abdominals, pectorals that look like discs of granite, a scar on his torso that begs me to run my fingers over it. His body is tanned and toned and hard, and when he unzips his pants and lets both them and his boxers fall to the floor, I feel the breath rush from my body.
His cock is massive. Nine inches, if not ten. I knew from the bulge I’d seen that he would be big, but this is almost overwhelming— the weight of the thing means that even erect, it doesn’t stand straight up, but rather points right at me. I’ve been with men before, even men I’d have considered above average, but never with someone this huge.
“I told you I’d need to go slowly,” he says, watching me stare at him. I blink and meet his eyes. He takes a step forward. “Touch me,” he demands. “Don’t be scared, baby.”
I nod and reach out, let my fingers graze his hard shaft, and I sigh at how warm, how hard and powerful his cock feels. I lick my lips and dare to wrap my hand around it, pumping lightly at him until he groans gently in his throat.
“Lay down on the bed,” he says huskily, and I must look scared again because he adds, “Trust me.”
I nod and lie on my back. I expect Heath to get on top of me, but instead he kneels at my side. With one hand, he brushes my hair off my face; with the other, he strokes my thighs, each movement bringing him closer and closer to my pussy. I whimper and involuntarily lift my hips off the bed, begging him to finally touch me there. I’ve never wanted someone’s hands on me so badly, and I feel like a strange, wild version of myself.
Heath continues to stroke my thighs with one hand, and moves the other to my mouth. I’ve never done anything like this before, and yet when he presses his thumb against my lips I eagerly part them and suck his finger into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as if it were his cock. He smiles down at me, then brings the hand on my thigh higher, higher—
I moan as Heath lets one finger slide between
my pussy lips, just barely brushing against my wetness. He does this several times, and I begin to suck on his thumb more furiously. Heath strokes my pussy several times, then gently parts those lips and finds my clit with his fingers. I buck my hips and cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation, by how easy it was for him to make me feel this way.
“That’s right,” he says, voice husky and deep. He removes his fingers from my mouth, then slides his hand under me to scoop my upper body off the bed and pull me against his chest. The hand on my pussy, however, stays put, and he begins to rub at my clit, circling around it, my body contorting in his arms with pleasure. Heath lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, his tongue brushing against mine as he finally slides his finger along my slit and pushes it into my pussy, entering me so swiftly that I gasp into his lips at the sensation.
“You’re so tight,” he says against me, still kissing me, and he begins to lightly pump his finger in and out of my pussy. “And so wet, Karli.” I moan in response, having apparently lost the ability to form words. My back arches, eager to give him more access, and I spread my legs as far as I can. Heath notes this, then kisses me again before adding a second finger to my pussy. Even his fingers feel large in me— large, but amazing, and my fear of taking his cock is slowly transformed into raw excitement.
“You want me to fuck you with my cock, don’t you?” he asks with dark playfulness. I can’t answer, and so he adds, “You need to ask for what you want, Karli.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, fuck me— fuck me with your cock, Heath,” I stammer as he continues to push his fingers in and out of my pussy. His mouth moves to my neck, and he bites at me; I drop my head back so he can bite me more easily if he wants to.
“I knew when I saw you that I wanted to be in your pussy. It’s so tight, Karli. You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”
“Yes,” I say again.
“And you’ll tell me the moment you decide that you’re mine?” he asks.
This is such a strange question that I almost manage a frown— but it becomes a whimper instead as Heath removes his fingers from me and returns to my clit, playing with it just enough that I begin to tingle in the anticipation of an orgasm. Each time this happens, though, he pulls his hand away, and the sensation dies off.
“You’ll tell me when you decide you’re mine?” he asks again. “When you decide that you’ll let me have you any way I want you?”
“You can now—“ I gasp.
“No,” he says. “You can say that, but you won’t mean it just yet. I want you to mean it. I want to know that you’ll let me do anything to you, Karli. I want to know that you trust me to bring you pleasure more than you fear me.”
He’s serious now, so serious that I realize I have to answer. He kisses me again, then pulls his head back. “You’ll tell me?”
It’s hard for me to imagine giving up that much control— I’ve never been the sort to totally submit to anyone, much less someone I barely know. And yet, the fact that he’s asking me to tell him when it happens rather than demand it right now…that provides an odd sort of comfort. Like an assurance that the point will come, but I get to decide when that is.
I nod, breathless. “I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl,” he says, then lays my upper body back on the bed, simultaneously removing his fingers from my needy pussy. I whine, unhappy that my response lead to this, but then I see him reach for his discarded pants. He pulls a condom from the back pocket, opens it, and slides it on— which doesn’t appear the easiest task, given his girth. I watch, almost mesmerized by the process, and continue to stare when he’s finished. He has to reach up and tap underneath my chin to lift my eyes to his. “Spread your legs for me, Karli.”
I’m rattled with excitement as I slide my legs apart, exposing myself entirely. Heath looks at my pussy, reaches down, playing lightly with my folds and massaging at my wetness. I sigh with the gentle pleasure of it, and am nearly relaxed enough that I feel dream-like when Heath stops, then climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. My nerves spike all over again as he reaches over and wraps my legs around his waist, the action pulling my hips from the bed and causing his cock to brush against my pussy. He reaches for my chin and lifts it, so our eyes are locked.
And then he pushes into me.
My eyes widen and I gasp at the sensation, at how thick he feels as he slides into my soaked pussy. My legs tighten around Heath, who grits his teeth and sucks in a breath as he gives me another inch of him, another, another. My pussy tightens hard around him, stretched as it’s never been by his girth, and with each inch there’s a splash of pain followed by perfect, flawless pleasure.
“You’re so tight, Karli,” Heath says, sliding another inch inside. “You feel like a virgin.”
I’m not, technically, but I might as well be— because I’ve never had a cock like this before. I’ve never had a man like this before. I smile up at him dizzily and lift my hips, trying to let him further in. He groans at the motion, and begins to pump in and out of my pussy, fucking me slowly, carefully. I moan as I feel him rubbing through me, the head of his cock stroking me in places I didn’t know were so needy for touch.
“That’s right,” he murmurs to me, wrapping an arm under me and pulling my mouth to his. He kisses me, tongue tangling with mine for a moment, giving me another inch of him while our mouths are pressed together. I whimper and he slows his pace, then, as I recover, he continues. The moment of pain blurs away, and my body goes hazy and drunk with the pleasure of being fucked by someone so big, so powerful, so strong. He speaks again, his words both comforting and arousing. “I’m going to make you come, Karli.”
I almost protest— I’ve never been able to orgasm during sex. But Heath isn’t like anyone I’ve ever been with before, and his words are a promise. I meet his eyes and nod, squeezing his waist tighter with my legs. He answers by fucking me in short, shallow strokes, moving faster and faster in me until I feel wicked and unhinged and—
“Heath,” I stammer his name, and I mean to say more but I can’t. The orgasm tears through me, more powerful than any I’ve experienced before, rendering me useless to control my body. I buck against him involuntarily, I cry out like an animal, I sink my hips against his in an effort to get his cock even deeper into me. I pant and dig my nails into him, desperate to hold on to something as my body is rocked and stars take over my vision.
I come to, panting, sweating, clinging to him, and look into his eyes, hungry and grateful and shocked at what he just drew from me. He carefully pulls out of my aching pussy and unwinds my legs from his waist, letting me down like I’m something particularly breakable. I definitely feel like I could shatter, right now.
“I’ve never— I didn’t know it could be like that,” I pant, voice a hoarse whisper.
“Karli, baby,” he says, then moves to carefully turn me onto my stomach. I allow him without protest, and feel a jolt of arousal shoot through me when he lines his cock up with my pussy again. He leans down and kisses the back of my neck, pausing just long enough to say, “We’ve only just begun.”
Chapter 8
I blink awake, unsure for a moment if I was actually asleep at all. It takes me a bit to work out that yes, I had actually drifted off, and yes, having sex with Heath really happened. Pale blue pre-dawn light is sneaking through the cracks of my bedroom blinds. When I turn to look at the clock, I see that Heath is sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly staring off into space.
“Good morning,” he says, voice conversational, not the croaky whisper of someone just roused.
“Hi,” I say creakily. “Have you been up long?”
“A while,” he says, and then turns toward me. It’s too dark for me to make out his expression, but the memory of his cocky half-grin makes me smile.
I sit up, holding the bedsheets to cover myself. Being naked in front of him was so natural, so easy last night, but there’s a different feel in my bedr
oom right now. Like this space is more…sacred? No, that’s not the right word. Intimate, perhaps, though that’s not quite it either…
I suppose it’s really this: Last night, I wanted to be fucked by Heath in a way I’d never wanted to be fucked by a man before. But this morning, I want to be held by him, in a way I’ve never wanted to be held by a man before.
He’s too far away for me to seamlessly fall into his arms, though, so I chew my lip, mentally willing him to come closer.
“You’re dressed,” I notice as my eyes adjust to the light.
“Habit,” Heath says, looking down at his clothes almost like he’s only just now realizing that yes, he’s dressed. “You don’t spend a lot of time naked in the military.”
“You can make up for it here,” I say with uncharacteristic devilishness, and I’m delighted when Heath’s still-shadowed face breaks into an obvious smile.
“Really though, how long have you been up? It’s barely even seven o’clock,” I say after a few moments of peaceful silence, in which I can’t stop myself from yawning. “I can’t believe I’m awake, actually.”
“Not an early riser?”
“Not really. But only because I need eight hours of sleep to function. If I want to get up at seven regularly, I’d need to be in bed by…well, eleven. That doesn’t sound crazy now that I’ve said it aloud.”
“Eight hours,” Heath remarks, nodding. “I don’t know the last time I slept that long.”
“No?”
“Maybe six here and there… In SEAL training there’s a stretch of five and a half days where they keep you running on four and a half hours of sleep.”
“That is literally the worst thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, eyes wide despite the drowsiness still lingering there.
He nods, and there’s and almost nostalgic air to it— like he misses that week of sleep hell. “It was good, though. You say you can’t function on less than eight hours of sleep, but you could. You just don’t want to challenge yourself to do it.”
