38. Harlan

38

HARLAN

Daphne's body quivered beneath me as she recovered from her release while I took my time, kissing every inch of her body. When I finally reached her mouth, I covered it with mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth, deepening our kiss. She met me, lick for lick. My cock swelled painfully at the thought that she could taste herself on me.

In all the times we'd been together, I'd never been able to take my time with her, to explore her body and allow her to explore mine. The first night we were together was in the barn. We barely knew one another. The second night was under the pier. We were in public, and I had to listen for people who might see us. Tonight was different, and I wasn't going to waste the opportunity I'd been given to be with her. I did not take this night for granted. If this was going to be the last time we were together, I didn't want it to be on a couch like we were teenagers.

"I want you in a bed," I groaned into her mouth.

Her lips curled against mine. "Then take me to bed."

I moved off the couch and stood, scooping her up in my arms. She nestled her face in the crook of my shoulder as her arms wrapped around my neck, and she let out a little giggle. I headed up the steps with urgency roaring inside of me as arousal swirled, whipping through me with tornado force. When I reached the top of the staircase, I realized I had no clue which room she was staying in. She must have sensed my hesitancy, or she could read my mind.

"Second door on the left," she instructed before nipping at my neck.

Her playful bite earned her a swat on the rear. She giggled again as I stalked down the hall and opened the door. Inside, I found a queen-sized bed with a floral comforter. A small oak dresser sat beneath the window, and a rocking chair was positioned in the corner. I laid her down on the bed, and the springs squeaked beneath her weight. Even though Miss Rhonda wasn't home, I still felt like a teenager, like we were going to get caught.

Daphne's hands tugged at my waistband as I kicked off my tennis shoes. Before I had them off, she was pushing my sweats down my legs. When she got them down to my thighs, her eyes widened slightly as she licked her lips.

"Hmm, commando," she commented.

"I was trying to sleep before the power outage."

Her eyes lifted up to mine. "You sleep naked?"

I nodded as I stepped out of my sweatpants. "Do you?"

Her silent response was a tiny, naughty grin pulling at the edges of her lips.

The thought of being able to roll over at any time and have access to her perfect curves, to feel her skin against mine, to touch her hips, her back, and her bare legs without the barrier of any clothing that lifted on her lips caused my cock to jump for attention.

My erection's efforts were not in vain. I watched as she reached out and took me in her hands. Her delicate fingers wrapped around my girth, and she squeezed as she held me in her palm. I felt my jaw tense as I watched Daphne's hand move up and down my shaft while her tongue swirled around my tip. A tingle exploded in my balls, and they tightened up against my body as my cock swelled with arousal. Her full lips covered my crown, and she sucked me into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth.

I watched myself disappear as she took me so deep my tip hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. The sight and sensation sent a shot of pre-come coursing from my balls to my crown.

Not wanting to unload in her mouth, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything other than how good the suction of her full lips and velvety tongue and the stroke of her touch felt. I tried to think about baseball scores, things that needed to be repaired at the farm, anything to stop myself from popping off.

Unfortunately, no amount of distraction worked, and when I felt my balls tightening once again, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her off of me. When she moved back, she shifted on the bed, turning over so she was lying on her stomach. The second time we'd had sex in the barn, I'd taken her from behind after she told me doggy style was her preferred position. It had always been one of my favorites as well.

I bent down and grabbed my wallet from my sweats and pulled out a condom. A drop of arousal beaded on my tip as I slid the condom down to my base. I crawled onto the bed, gripped her hips, and pulled her body so she was up on her knees and resting on her elbows.

Once she was on all fours, my hands splayed over the mounds of her ass cheeks as I flexed my fingers, kneading her plump flesh. She whimpered with pleasure as her back arched, placing her butt on display for me. As I continued massaging her backside, my thumbs slid between her cheeks, spreading them apart. The damp folds of her pussy glistened in the moonlight shining in through the window, and my member throbbed heavily.

I took myself in one hand and began to slide my crown up and down her slippery entrance, which was pulsing with need. My left hand grasped her hip with firm control, anchoring her in place. The tips of my fingers dug into her flesh as my thumb continued to explore the divide between her cheeks. When I reached the sensitive skin surrounding her tight butthole, the most forbidden part of most people's bodies, I brushed over it with the pad of my thumb.

I'd never indulged in ass play, but being with Daphne was different than any other partner I'd been with. Nothing felt off-limits or taboo. I wanted to explore every inch of her, including her pretty pink puckered knot.

I kept my thumb hovering over her back entrance as I pushed past the feminine folds of her pussy, entering her in one forceful thrust. She gasped as her body clenched around me, her inner walls throbbing around my shaft.

"Is this okay?" I asked as my thumb grazed over the forbidden spot again.

"Yes, yes, yes," she nodded as her hands fisted in the comforter.

A shudder of pleasure ricocheted through me as I slowly pulled out and then pushed into her body again. I began rubbing my thumb in a circle over her naughty nub as I drove in and out of her tight canal. With each thrust, I added a little more pressure with my thumb each time before I felt her begin to contract around my cock as she let out a cry of release.

Hearing, feeling, and seeing her go up and over the edge snapped the invisible thread of control I had, and I plummeted headfirst into my own release. A deep groan tore from my chest as I rode out the blissful agony of my climax. Bolts of fulfillment jolted through me as I thrust into her in one final stroke. My entire body stilled, marinating in the warmth of her contracting muscles.

When her legs collapsed beneath me, I moved off of her and quickly disposed of the protection, then joined her on the bed and pulled her on top of me. Her head rested on my chest, and her legs draped over my body. I kissed the top of her head, and her body melted against me.

Emotions I didn't want to name welled in me as I lay in the dark, listening to the rain pelting against the roof and window. In that moment, I wanted to beg her to stay. I wanted to tell her that she could be happy here. That I could make her happy. But I knew I couldn't do that because it wouldn't be fair. It would be selfish. So, it was back to plan A. If tonight was all we had, then I would just have to make it the best night of our lives. Hell, we were already off to a very good start.