by Parker, Ali
“God, you taste so good,” he groaned and kissed me through my panties.
I cried out, glad that we had the whole house to ourselves tonight because I was being so noisy that anyone in this place would have heard me.
Slowly, he hooked his fingers around my panties and eased them down my body, taking his time, going slowly, letting me get used to the feeling of being exposed like this at such close quarters.
I could feel his breath on the inside of my thigh, and it made me feel like everything was curling into smoke around me. I couldn’t think about anything but the heat of having him so close to me.
God, how good he felt, how much I wanted more already. How did he do it?
His tongue traced the line that trailed from my thigh to my pussy, and I let out another moan, unable to hold it in or keep it back. And then, at last, I felt the soft, sweet pressure of his tongue against my clit, and I let my head fall back into the pillow and gave in to the feeling.
It was almost shockingly good. I hadn’t really known what to expect when it came to doing something like this, but here, now, in this moment, it was just yes.
He trailed his tongue back and forth over me, like he was coaxing me out, his lips tracing soft shapes across my pussy. I arched my back from the bed, and my hands reached for him, almost of their own accord.
I couldn’t hold back and didn’t want to. I needed to find that release from him, any way that he would give it to me.
He slipped his hands beneath my thighs and held me in place as he formed a seal with his lips around my clit and focused all his attention down into the core of me, into the pulsing rise and fall of pleasure that came when he loved me like this.
“Fuck,” I moaned, and I wondered if he had been thinking of this since the first moment he had laid eyes on me in that car. The way he had been touching me when we had been out, it was hard to think anything different.
I pushed my hips back against his face, feeling the soft graze of his stubble against my thighs, feeling my wetness slippery against his mouth, and I let it take control of me.
My clit felt like it was swelling beneath his touch. Was that possible? Like it was growing and filling with a new pleasure, a kind that I had never felt before in my life. I closed my eyes and let the feeling rush through me, the newness of it shocking me a little.
I loved this. I was going to have a hard time thinking of anything else when this was over, not when I knew that this felt so damn good, not when I knew that the feeling of his mouth against my pussy was everything I had been waiting for.
He began to trace slow, slick circles over my clit, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. My breath was coming quicker now, my body burning for release, and I tightened my fingers against his scalp and held him in close.
Yes. I needed this. I could feel myself tipping toward the edge at last.
“Oh!” I cried out as it finally came bursting out and over me.
The pleasure made me a little dizzy for a split second, my brain frying and the circuits bursting out of control as it took control of me. And then it mellowed, and the pulsing, burning pleasure swept through my body to consume every inch of my being.
I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t make a noise, couldn’t move. Everything was stiffened, as though I had frozen in that moment to try and make this pleasure last as long as I possibly could.
He slipped on top of me again and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips, the reminder of where he had just been and where all my pleasure was spiraling out from.
“Fuck me,” I breathed in his ear, the intensity of my words telling him that I wasn’t ready to wait a moment longer.
He quickly undressed just what he needed and had a condom on before he pushed my thighs apart so that he could enter me easily. I pushed my hips up from the bed and held my breath as I waited for him to move inside of me.
I felt his head pushing me open, and then his whole length sliding up and into me, filling me, just the way I needed.
“Ah,” he groaned, and I could feel the vibration of the noise against my neck, where he had pressed his mouth like he was trying to taste the pulse of my blood beneath my skin. I knew just how he felt.
It was as though I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to connect with him in a way I had never connected with anyone before in my life.
Did he know that? Could he feel it too? When he touched me, did he feel that same raging rise of bloodlust that made everything else fall away completely?
He thrust deep inside of me, driving himself all the way up to the hilt into my pussy, and I groaned and grasped hold of his back and lost myself to the way that it felt, to the way that it made me feel. I knew that it was a cliché, but it was true—being with him like this made me feel like a woman, a full-grown woman, not just a girl walking around in this adult body and hoping that nobody was going to bust her for what she was.
I loved it. I loved him. And he loved me, and that was surely the only thing that really mattered.
The flush of want powered through me, and I let it take control and allowed everything else to fall away for as long as we were together like this. It felt so different than it had the last time, before we had told each other that we loved one another. I was pretty sure that I liked it better this way.
There was an intensity to what we shared now, as though the space between us had been stripped away. I could be with him properly, completely, totally, because I had nothing to hold back.
What would I have held back from him? What would I have let fall away? He knew me now, and more than that, I wanted him to know me. I wanted to live in his head the same way that he lived in mine.
It wasn’t long before I felt my second orgasm stirring up inside of me, slowly at first, but growing more insistent with every single thrust. I knew that he was getting close too, and that excited me. I wanted to feel him come inside of me. I wanted to feel us join together like that, once and for all. I wanted to feel him let go, to feel him give over to the power of whatever it was that we shared.
And moments later, he did just that.
He groaned when he came and clasped me close to his chest so that I could feel every inch of him as he poured into me, and it was that feeling that pushed me over the edge myself. How could I hold back when I knew that I had been enough to get him where he needed to go?
My body sagged against his, and I felt myself trembling, as though there was something to be afraid of, something so intense that I knew that I couldn’t hide from it any longer.
We clung to each other for a moment longer, and he slowly pulled out of me and got to his feet to clean himself off. I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling, bare-ass naked and totally exposed and yet feeling utterly safe and comfortable right where I was.
I had never imagined that I would be able to be around a man like this and just feel right. Not nervous that he was judging me, not sure that he thought less of me, but knowing that he loved me and that he loved every inch of me and that nothing, nothing at all was going to make that change.
Not for anything.
He returned to the bed, and I draped myself over him and gazed up at his face. There was so much I wanted to say to him. Right now, I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want this to end. I wanted this to go on for as long as he would let it. I wanted to lay here in his arms and let him hold me and forget that there had ever been a life outside of him, ever been a life without him, ever been the thought of a future that he wasn’t a part of. Because all of that seemed crazy now that I had him here where I wanted him.
But that would have been too much, too soon. We might have said I-love-yous, but a long-term future like that could have been more than he was ready for, and I had no intention of rushing him to that conclusion.
Instead, I just planted a kiss on his chest and turned my head to look up at him. He smoothed my hair down and smiled at me, as though he could somehow feel what was in my head and knew what I was thinking.
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sp; “I love you,” he murmured.
I relaxed into the comfort of his embrace. He loved me. He loved me. I couldn’t think of anything else that mattered more in the whole world at that moment.
“I love you, too,” I agreed.
I closed my eyes and let the warmth of his body soothe me to sleep.
Chapter 46
Harry
I came to the next morning, and I reached over to her side of the bed, intent on pulling her in close to me so that I could feel the soft, warm comfort of her body right next to mine first thing in the morning. But to my surprise, I found the bed empty.
I opened my eyes and looked around to try and find out where Raina had gone. I didn’t like the idea of having her so far from me, even if she had just gone to the bathroom. Sitting up in bed, I looked around, trying to work out where the heck she had gotten to.
And then I heard her moving around downstairs, and I smiled and let myself sink back into the pillow for a moment. Of course. She had just gone to get us something to eat.
Damn, she was seriously the perfect woman. I could never have asked for someone better, brighter, more brilliant than she was. Though in all honesty, after what we had gotten up to the night before, I would have been more than happy feasting on her for breakfast instead.
I dragged my ass out of bed and headed downstairs to join her. She was standing at the kitchen counter, making us a pot of coffee and wearing nothing but a pair of panties and the shirt that I’d had on the night before. God, she looked so gorgeous.
Her barely clothed body was almost more than I could take, and I had to fight the urge to just step toward her and pull her clothes off right there and then so I could drag her back to bed once more.
She glanced over her shoulder when she heard me coming and beamed when she saw me hanging in the doorway, checking her out.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” she joked with me.
“Don’t tempt me,” I replied, and I went to join her, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my face into her neck. She smelled so good. I could catch a whiff of my own aftershave on her skin, under the layers of her sweet, sensual musk, and the mix of the two of us together stirred something to life in me once more.
I wanted to tell her that this was how I hoped to start every day, if I could. That if I had my way, I would have made sure that I could wake up every single morning and find her in here, making breakfast, reading the newspaper, talking to Rita on the phone. I didn’t care what it was as long as it kept her close to me.
But I didn’t want to come on too strong, not when things were going so well. If I scared her off now after everything that we had been through, I would never forgive myself.
In truth, though, I knew that she was it for me. I had never bought into that bullshit about just knowing when a person was right for you, but that was before I’d had the chance to meet her.
With Raina, it just felt obvious. If I had been out here trying to deny it, I would have been lying to myself, and I was sure that she would have known it. When she looked at me, when she touched me, when she kissed me, and when she told me that she loved me, there was just no denying the sweet, sacred truth that I was crazy about her and that I didn’t want anything to change.
“We’re not going to get busted by Winnie again, are we?” she asked, half-joking.
I grinned when I remembered my niece walking in on the two of us when she had first stayed the night here.
“No, there’s no reason to worry about that,” I promised her. “Yara’s taking care of her, and I made sure to tell her that if she was coming anywhere close to the house, she had to let me know so that we didn’t get busted again.”
“Good, because I felt like she was seriously judging me for that,” she replied.
I laughed. “I think she’s glad to have you around,” I assured her. “I know it, actually. She’d be delighted if she woke up and you were here.”
“And what about you?” she asked, sneaking a look at me. “Do you like it, too?”
“I love it,” I promised her, and I kissed her neck again.
She closed her eyes and let her body sink back against mine for a long moment. I could have held her there for the rest of the day if she’d wanted me to. It would have been more than a little impractical, of course, but if she’d asked me to just stand there and hold her for as long as the sun stayed in the sky, I would have done it in an instant.
How could I say no to her? Everything about her made me feel so warm, so comfortable, so safe. Ever since losing my sister, it had been a long time since I had felt anything close to those things. And if I had found someone who made me feel that way, then there was nothing anyone could do to get in the way of that.
I knew that was what my sister would have wanted for me. And what she would have wanted for her daughter, too. I wished I could go to her and ask if I was right, but failing that, I had to have faith that I was.
I wished I could have introduced the two of them. They would have loved each other, no doubt about it. They could have spent hours exchanging goofy stories that were specifically meant to make a fool out of me, and I wouldn’t have been able to hold it against either of them because I just loved them both so very much.
“I guess we should get something to eat,” she murmured.
I pulled back from her and nodded. “Before I get any more distracted.”
I headed to the cupboard to grab some food for the two of us. We were just sitting down at the table when my phone rang. I assumed that it was going to be Yara, letting me know that she would be coming by with Winnie soon enough. I was glad that she had actually given us some notice this time around. That was for sure.
“Excuse me, I have to take this,” I told Raina, and I kissed her cheek and left her at the breakfast table as I headed out of the room to take the phone call.
Little did I know, of course, that this phone call was about to change the path of my life.
It wasn’t Yara. I barely said a word as I listened to George on the other end of the line. He was speaking quickly and sounded upset, as though he could hardly believe what he was telling me. In truth, I couldn’t believe it, either. Not at first. But as he kept going, it became clear to me that this was more than just a joke. This was real.
This was real.
“Harry, are you there?” George asked when he was done.
I was standing there, frozen to the spot in the middle of the hallway. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say anything to him.
“I have to...” I managed to mutter at last, and I hung up the phone, as though that would somehow eclipse the reality of what he had just said to me.
But it didn’t. It had still happened, just as much as it ever had. I wanted to bury my head in my hands and yell, but I had to speak to her. She had to know. I couldn’t just walk back in there and pretend like none of this had happened, not when my very world had shifted right out from underneath me.
I walked back into the kitchen, and she was sitting there, picking at the fruit on her plate, looking like the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I closed my eyes for a moment. I couldn’t do this. No, I had no choice.
I had to.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as soon as she saw my face.
I had hoped that I would be able to play it cool, but clearly, I didn’t have that skill.
“I just got a call from George,” I admitted, and I sank down into the seat opposite her.
Her eyes widened. “Is everything okay?” she asked. “With Winnie? With him? Is he sick or something?”
“He’s fine,” I promised her.
She reached to take my hand. I wanted to pull away from her. I felt like I was a liar, letting her think well of me, given what I had just heard.
“He heard from someone,” I said. “A man. A lawyer. He had been looking for me apparently, but I’m not an easy man to find.”
“And?” she prompted. “What’s going on?”
“He was reaching out o
n behalf of a woman,” I explained, and my words caught in my throat.
I swallowed and tried to force myself to keep going. I wanted to pretend this wasn’t happening. There was no way it could be, right? This had to be some kind of mistake because there was no way in hell something like this could actually, genuinely be real.
There was anger beneath my shock, anger that someone had dragged my grandfather into this without giving me the choice to figure it out myself first, but this was how it had panned out, and I just had to handle it.
I wanted to hold myself together, but I had no idea how I was meant to do that when the shock of all this was pulsing, fresh and hot, inside my head.
“Harry, you’re worrying me,” she told me bluntly. “Come on. Just tell me what’s happening. Whatever it is, we can figure it out together.”
“He said I have a son,” I told her. Saying the words out loud took even me by surprise. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I wanted it to be a fake. I wanted to burst out laughing and assure her that I was just playing a sick joke on her and that she had nothing to worry about.
But I wasn’t. This was real. My son was real. I had a kid that I had never known about until a few minutes ago.
“He’s two years old, they said, and the mother, she just decided that I had to know about him now,” I explained. “They’ve been looking for me for a while, but it seemed like they were having a hard time getting through.”
I had been out here with Raina, living my life, so full of joy and hope for the future, and they had been looking for me. Tracking me down. This news that was going to shake my world to the foundation creeping up on me all this time.
I stared at her for a reaction, for something that would tell me how she felt, but I came back with nothing. I thought I might see disgust, or betrayal, or something like that. Maybe that would have been something for me to grab hold of, make sense of.
But I saw nothing of that nature in her face, nothing at all. The closest I could find was pity. And that was the last thing I wanted right then.
