“I can’t stop guys from looking, babe. Just know that I don’t see them. I see no one but you.” She shifted, turning her head a little to the left so that she could brush her lips over mine. “I know it’s hard, because I have to go through it every time some chick looks twice at you, but I know that you love me and I try to keep it from bothering me so much.”
“You definitely have nothing to be jealous of,” I promised her and tightened my arm around her waist. “I swear that on my life, Lucy. You are all I want, all I see, all I breathe.”
“That’s kind of romantic,” she teased as she softly kissed me again. “Better stop with all that mushy talk or I’m gonna expect it all the time.”
“Ah, Lu. I’d give you anything you ever wanted. Just say the words, sweetness.” I released her hands so that I could hold her with both hands, pulling her against me hard as I captured her lips.
She tasted so damn sweet. There should have been a warning label on her somewhere, telling me how addictive her taste was going to be. I couldn’t get enough of it, never wanted to get enough. I was a goddamn addict now and there was no way in hell I would ever go to rehab to kick that habit.
Even though there was a foot difference in our heights, she fit perfectly against me. Her softness molded against my hardened body as I kissed her hungrily. Soft fingertips stroked up over my neck as she combed them through my hair. I shuddered at that innocent touch, wanting more. Wanting her hands all over my aching body.
Without realizing I was doing it, my hands grasped hold of the little scrap of a skirt and pulled it up before cupping her perfect ass. She moaned as I squeezed her beautifully rounded cheeks roughly—fuck, she fit so perfectly in my hands—before lifting her an inch off the ground and letting my throbbing dick skim over the spot where I desperately wanted to be.
“Oh gods,” she whimpered, pulling her head back to catch her breath. “H-Harris.” My lips didn’t leave her, moving from her mouth to her jaw and then down her neck, trailing kisses all the way to the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her neck.
Whatever lotion she wore smelled so delicious it was drugging. If I could just hold on to this moment—bottle up her scent and taste—I would make a billion in less than a week. Every man alive would pay hundreds just to have her taste on his tongue, her scent invading his senses. And she was mine.
Lucy shifted against me as if she were trying to crawl into my body. I shifted my hold on her until I was lifting her higher. Her legs wrapped around my waist and locked into place.
Ah.
Fucking. Hell.
She was right where I wanted her most, with only a few layers of clothing between us. I could feel her heat and it was scalding. My dick developed a mind of its own and flexed against her sweet spot, making her toss her head back and me see stars. Nirvana. That was what this was. Pure, uninhibited, nirvana.
Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Sit down before we fall,” she urged.
No way was I going to fall when I had such precious cargo in my arms, but I turned quickly and dropped down in the first chair I came to, one of the chairs in front of my desk. She unlocked her legs so that she was more comfortable, shifting her hips against me. Grinding her hot pussy right into my quivering cock.
She gasped and lifted her head. Dark brown eyes were bright with a need that I knew onl
y I had ever made her feel. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that I was the only man alive to see her like this, that I was the only one to ever take her this far, give her this kind of pleasure. “That feels so good,” she moaned, grinding against me again. “Do you like this as much as I do?” she asked in a breathy tone that turned my already hard body into a raging inferno.
“I fucking love it, Lu.”
She rubbed herself against me again, kissing my neck, my chin, my lips. I was quickly losing focus. This shouldn’t be happening, not now. Not yet. As much as I needed to make her feel this good, I knew it was wrong. I’d promised myself that I was going to wait until after her birthday before we took things this far. She deserved so much more than a quick dry-hump before I had to send her home later.
“Sweetness…” I tried to fight through the fog of desire that she had made in my brain and find the will to end this. “We…” Her hips ground a little harder and she covered my mouth with her own. Her tongue grew bolder as her hips crushed against me and circled, finding the right rhythm that brought her the most pleasure.
My hands gripped her ass hard and even as I did it I knew it would leave bruises on her. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to let her go as I helped her find her way toward the end of that orgasmic rainbow she was chasing as she rubbed against me. I’d make this up to her later, I promised myself. I’d make the first time we made love so much better than this. She needed this moment just as much as I needed to give it to her.
“H-Harris,” she moaned. “I love you, Harris.”
“Fuck, I love you, too.” I thrust up against her, watching her face as pleasure clouded her eyes and she whimpered. “Let go, sweetness. Let go for me.”
“Harris…” she cried in the next instant, her body beginning to shudder with the force of her approaching release. Her back arched as she pressed down against me one last time and I could feel her pussy clenching even through our clothes.
I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on to the last remnants of my control as I buried my face in her chest. My balls were too heavy, too tight. I was close, so damn close. Not even when I was a teenager, exploring the world of sex for the first time, had I been so ready to explode in my shorts. The feel of this girl—the one I knew I would spend the rest of my life loving—against me like this for the first time wiped out every other sexual encounter I’d ever had before.
With a breathy little moan, Lucy lifted her head and brushed her lips tenderly over mine. Her slight weight shifted just enough to the left and her pussy angled perfectly, pressing the right amount of pressure and heat, acting like the detonator that triggered the end for me. My body jerked as the first shot of white-hot release shot out of my cock. Her arms wrapped around me, holding on as I let myself go.
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It was a long while before either of us stirred afterward. I held Lucy against me, lovingly rubbing little circles on the soft skin just under her shirt. Her arms were around my neck, her fingers stroking over my hair in a way that told me she didn’t realize she was doing it.
With the returning of reality, my self-hate began to settle in. This was not how things were meant to happen. I should never have touched her, not yet. I was such a creep, such a selfish bastard. Lucy deserved more than this, better. She was worth so much more than a quickie hump in my office after our first fight as a couple.
Lifting her head, she traced her silky soft fingers over my forehead. “Hey,” she murmured. “What’s wrong?”