Just because you've got lemons, doesn't mean you enjoy making lemonade...
Chapter 17
"Come closer," Harper said reaching his hand out for me.
I took a deep breath, and pulled down my lacy boy-short undies before clumsily stepping out of them.
I took his hand and lied down next to him.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked brushing his lips against mine lightly.
"Yes," I said rubbing my foot against his hairy leg as we exchanged heated gazes.
He caressed my leg all the way up to between my thighs. "Is this, where you need me?" He asked putting his fingers to work.
Whoa! What kind of books had he been reading? Alexandra Hawkins much?
I could barely make a sound as I felt my whole body tighten in response to his touch. It was absolutely supposed to be illegal to feel like that!
I grabbed at his triceps as my body exploded like a Fourth of July firework.
Still panting, I felt him spread my legs and place himself between them.
Oh freakin' hell, oh freakin' hell, I chanted in my head trying to calm myself down for that definite moment when his body would enter mine, and going back won't be an option.
Supporting himself with one hand, he used the other one to home in.
Our eyes remained locked as he leaned on both elbows and pushed in merging our bodies completely.
He exhaled slightly through his mouth and his eyes fell shut. "You feel amazing," he whispered into my hair.
"You too," I mumbled back as he began to move his hips at a slow but effective canter.
It was different; much more different than I had anticipated. His body was hairy, hard, heavy, and his skin felt almost hot to the touch. He wasn't soft and smooth like I was accustomed to.
And all living under the lesbian sisterhood code, forgive me; but he felt a hundred times better (physically, not emotionally) than anything I had ever felt before.
My arms took purchase on his back as my feet helped me push my body against his in time with his pistoning hips.
I wanted more, no, needed more.
"Harder." I barely managed to growl out under the assault of pleasure.
"I'll, give you, what, you want," he said along with the motions of his body before kissing me in a manner that could only have been described as violent.
He moved my legs to wrap around his waist and got on his knees.
What came next was a perfect illustration of being careful of what one wished for.
The first thrust had me breathless, and next few had me begging for mercy -though I thoroughly enjoyed the savagery.
I grabbed at everything from his hair to the sheets as I felt the impending glory.
With his arms painfully clutching my body to him, I arched my back as the moment grew closer and closer.
"Harper!" The word rushed out from my lips like a bullet out of a gun as the cork flew off the champagne bottle in wild splendour.
I was falling down a bright silvery hole with slippery walls and I was falling further and further, faster and faster.
When I returned to my senses, Harp was sprawled on top of me breathing harshly.
Our bodies were covered in perspiration and I was sure that my chest was probably flushed to the shade of a ripe tomato.
Pushing himself up after his body had rested, he took hold of my hand. He was completely worn out and wet hair stuck in curly patterns on his forehead.
"That's the best thing that has ever happened to me," he said kissing me on my shoulder. "I feel like I've come alive; like all along I had been hibernating just waiting for this moment."
Ok, what we had done on a Richter Scale could've flattened the world, but I was afraid we weren't on the same emotional wavelength; he was falling deeper in love.
"I've never felt anything like it before," I said wondering if I'll have enough guts to ask him to do it again.
"Stay with me tonight," he asked extracting himself from the depths of my body.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said pulling him towards me and kissing him.
I knew very well that I couldn't go back home immediately after ticking Frank off like I had, and I truly wanted to remain with Harper and spend the whole night making love.
I suspected that I'd have to keep what had happened between Harp and I a secret, because I knew Julie wouldn't like to hear about what Harper and I did to each other while she was away.
But right now, the most important thing was to at least enjoy the great pleasures that I'd discovered before I had to face the other realities of life.
