Un-Shattering Lucy (Lucy & Harris 4)

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“Y-you aren’t,” I breathed, arching into his touch in hopes of some kind of relief from the need burning through me. “I want you, Harris. Please.”

“You’re going to get me killed,” he grumbled as he stood. I whimpered in protest, missing his weight against me. He bent, lifted me into his arms like I weighed no more than a butterfly, and carried me into the bedroom.

I had barely landed on the bed when he was covering me again, this time completely naked. I reached for my shirt, wanting to be just as bare as he was, but he stopped me. “Don’t fucking move,” he growled.

His bossiness only made me giggle. “Fine, then you take my shirt and bra off.”

“Trust me, Lu. I’m going to.” He grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, but instead of taking it completely off, he pulled it to the end of my arms and tangled it so that I couldn’t get free.

“Hey.” I pouted when he left me like that. “I want to touch you.”

“Next time,” he promised as he reached behind me with one hand and easily unsnapped my bra. “I’m about to go off right now, sweetness. It’s safer if you keep your hands to yourself.”

My breasts sprang free as he pushed the bra up my arms to tangle with my shirt. His harsh exhale told me without looking that he was enjoying the sight of what he’d uncovered. My nipples tightened to the point of pain as he lowered his head and brushed tender kisses over each globe. When his tongue brushed over one nipple, I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Holy shit, that felt good.

His hands weren’t idle as he took his time with my breasts. They skimmed down my sides to my hips and then down my thighs to my knees. I shook my head as he kissed the valley between my breasts and then moved downward. His breath was hot against my stomach, his scruff tickling the skin just under my belly button, but he continued to move farther south.

“Oh, gods,” I moaned when his questing mouth paused over my mound. I tried to twist away from him as his tongue brushed over my clit, not wanting to come yet but knowing that he could set me off in just a matter of seconds. “Harris, please. I want you.”

“Hush, sweetness. You’ll have me as soon as I get what I want.” He spread my thighs wide and lowered his head farther, his tongue spreading my folds as he licked away the liquid desire already coating me.

“No,” I panted, already feeling the release starting to build. “You. I want you inside me when I come.”

“I will be.” He licked me from opening to clit and back again, driving me toward the brink. “I want your release on my tongue this first time, Lu. Let me have it.”

Let me have it.

I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming as my release shot through me. My body was trembling, my entrance flooding with the release he’d asked for.

I had yet to come down from the high he’d just shot me to when I felt him entering me. Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. The look in his eyes as he pushed into me, stretching tender flesh that had only just healed, filling me up with every inch of him, pushed me toward another orgasm. I didn’t want to let go yet. Didn’t want to come again so soon. I wanted it to last this time, wanted to experience the sheer pleasure of having him inside of me before I lost all reason once more.

His arms flexed as he held himself completely still above me, his neck muscles so tense I could see the veins pulsing in time to the beat of his heart. His head lowered and I heard him utter a short prayer. “God, please. Don’t ever let this end.”

Tears burned my eyes and I fought to free my hands so I could lift them to cup his face, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I love you,” I whispered.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and tears filled his eyes. “I love you, Lucy. So fucking much.”

He began to move then, thrusting gently into me at first. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. I was still soaked from my first release and with each thrust into me my channel became even wetter, making his thick girth slide into me a little easier each time. I tried to hold back the whimpers of pleasure, tried to keep from moaning, and whispered his name as the pleasure intensified.

Dear Lord, he felt so good. Nothing in my life had ever felt as amazing as when I had him inside me like this. How would I ever survive without this again?

I clutched at his shoulders as the next release started to build up. I felt his muscles tightening, his cock thickening even more and knew that he was just as close as I was. He lowered his head, capturing my lips to drown out my cries as I lost control and let my orgasm consume me.

Later, when we could both breathe again, he slowly lifted himself from me and went into my bathroom. I heard the water running and moments later he appeared with a washcloth and a towel. Carefully, Harris cleaned me up, being careful with my still tender flesh as he wiped away all traces of his own release on my skin.

Once he was done he took the towel and washcloth back to the bathroom. Before lying back down beside me, he pulled his basketball shorts back on and then pulled me close. His lips were in my hair, kissing the top of my head, as he stroked his fingers up and down my bare back. “I wish I could sleep with you tonight,” he murmured almost sadly. “I want to hold you all night and wake up with you in the morning.”

“Me too.” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold back a yawn. “Will you stay until I fall asleep, though?”

“Always,” he vowed and kissed the top of my head again. “I love you, Lucy.”

“Love you,” I thought I said, but I was already falling asleep, feeling safe in his arms...

The feel of the mattress shifting beside me had me smiling and I lifted my lashes to look at the guy who had just sat down beside me on the bed. When I looked into not one, but two pairs of dark eyes, I squealed. Definitely not who I was expecting.