26. Harlan

26

HARLAN

Daphne's hands were exploring my torso beneath my shirt, the material bunching at her wrists. Her nails scraped against my abs before they dipped to the waistband of my jeans, and she started unbuttoning them.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Here?" As badly as I wanted her, the only thing that matched that intensity was not wanting her to regret being with me. Thinking that she might have regretted our first night together had fucked me up mentally. I wasn't going to go through that again.

She looked around, most likely checking to make sure we were still alone. We were. I knew this spot, and I'd chosen it because we'd be able to hear anyone coming down the steps and see anyone coming up from the beach.

We were hidden in the shadows.

"No one is going to see us," I assured her. I wasn't trying to talk her into anything, but if that was her worry, I wanted to let her know I had that covered. "I promise."

"Yes." Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she took in a shaky breath. "I want to do this."

A groan reverberated through me as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and then quickly unbuckled my jeans. I pulled my throbbing member out and ripped the package open with my teeth. I was going to slide it on when Daphne took the contraception from my hand.

I watched as she rolled the protection down my jutting erection. I was used to being the one in the driver's seat, especially when it came to intimate moments, but I had to admit there was something so fucking sexy about a woman taking control.

Her fingers stroked up and down my shaft several times, causing my balls to tighten with need. The sensation triggered the dam that was keeping my urgency at bay to break and flood my system. The thin thread of control I'd been clinging to snapped at that moment. Desperation overwhelmed me.

A deep moan rumbled in my chest as my fingers tightened on her hips and I lifted her up off the ground. Her body was pinned between me and the pillar as her legs wrapped around my waist. Her ankles locked at the base of my back. I reached between our bodies and aligned myself to her slit. Her panties were still bunched to the side as I drove inside of her with enough force to steal all the air from my lungs. As I did, her arms tightened around my shoulders, and she nuzzled her head even further into the crook of my neck. Her canal clamped down around me as my hips rocked up, burying myself even further inside of her.

"You're so fucking tight," I rasped as tingling sensations rioted through me, overwhelming me to the point I nearly came before I'd even gotten one pump in and out.

In an attempt to prolong this experience, I tried to engage all of my other senses so that this party wouldn't be over before it even got started. My goal was to bring her to completion again, and to do that, I needed to focus on everything other than how fucking good her body felt.

Trying to relax my pent-up sexual tension, I inhaled deeply, and the salty sea air mixed with Daphne's floral perfume filled my nostrils. My jaw clenched as I attempted to listen for anyone's footsteps coming down the steps. I heard people above us walking on the wooden planks of the dock and felt myself grow even harder. My distraction proved to backfire on me. Apparently, the fact that we were on the beach and there was a possibility we might get caught only made this encounter even hotter. My goal was to tone down this experience, to mute it, not enhance it, not bring it into Technicolor.

"You feel so good," Daphne whispered against my neck as I retreated and then plunged into her for a second time.

As much as I wanted to tell her just how fucking good she felt, I knew that if I did, I might not be able to hold back my release; it might be the thing that pushed me right over the edge, so I remained quiet and tried to think of anything other than what was happening in this moment.

That was hard to do, literally, because every time I drove into her, her body clamped down around me before relaxing and then repeating the motion. Her body was pulsing as she adjusted to the intrusion. That sensation gave me a sense of ownership. It made me feel like I was claiming her. Marking her as mine. I knew that wasn't the case, but that's what it felt like.

I'd never been particularly jealous before, and the possessiveness that Daphne brought out in me was something I wasn't used to. I didn't know how I felt about it, but I did know it was completely involuntary. It wasn't logical. It was primal.

She began to kiss my neck as she continued to tell me how good I felt. Each time her lips touched my skin, a surge of pleasure shot to my groin. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

My feet sank into the sand as I moved in and out of her in long, powerful strokes, and soon I was losing footing. Not only was the leverage I needed compromised by the unstable ground, but my thighs were beginning to shake and burn. I knew that I wouldn't be able to maintain this position much longer.

I started to lower Daphne down, so I could turn her to face the post and take her from behind, but I realized I'd have to not only disengage from being inside of her; pulling her dress up like that would leave her much more exposed than I wanted her to be.

Even though I knew that no one would see us because we were hidden and I could see anyone coming toward us, I also knew that if someone did, I'd have to kill them. Not exactly a rational response, but also not something I wanted to test.

Daphne awakened something in me that had been dormant all my life. When I was with her, when I thought about her, I had territorial and protective impulses that I'd never felt before for anyone. She brought out the primitive caveman in me. I wanted to go out and hunt and provide for her. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to my cave.

My hands slid from her hips to her backside. I grabbed her ass tightly as I shifted us one hundred and eighty degrees, so our positions were reversed. Now, my back was against the post, and she was facing it. Slowly, I slid down so I was in a seated position, and she was straddling my lap. I could still see the stairs out of my peripheral vision, and the only other entrance was from the water.

Daphne's sapphire gaze was glossy and heavy-lidded. Her hands slid up my arms before resting on my shoulders. Our eyes locked as she began to roll her hips seductively. Her tight canal spasmed around me, sucking me further inside of her. The fact that I still had my pants on was limiting as to how deep I could drive into her, but that didn't matter to me. All that mattered was that we were together.

Hearing her say that she missed me validated what I'd been feeling. This past week and a half, catching glimpses of her at the farmhouse or around town had been torture. I'd given her space because she was working, and she hadn't indicated that she wanted to spend more time with me. But tonight, the magnetic pull to her was just too strong to ignore. I had to see her, to talk to her. And once we were together, face to face, our chemistry was combustible. It was impossible to ignore.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck as my left hand massaged her breast through the thin material of her dress, teasing and pinching her cotton-covered puckered nipple. My tongue licked just below her ear before nipping her sensitive skin.

"You feel so good," I whispered against her ear. "I love how wet you get for me. How tight you are."

Her inner muscles milked me as her face nuzzled against my neck. The heat of her breath fanned my skin as I gripped her hip with my right hand and guided her up and down. My arousal built as the tempo of our joining increased in pressure and friction.

When I felt her thighs begin to tremble as she gasped in pleasure, my fingers dug into her hip, and I drove into her in one final, powerful thrust. Pleasure lashed through me as she rode out her shuddering orgasm.

Once my final surge of climax subsided, I wrapped my arms around Daphne as she melted against me. Her head rested on my shoulder, as I cradled her in my arms as we both recovered.

Part of me wanted to ask her if she was still going to go on the dates with Jerry Clemons and Dawson, but I didn't because I knew her answer. She was. It was her job, and she'd told me it wasn't real. My question was, was this?