I stepped into her space and wrapped my arms around her. She was my wife, and I wanted her, wanted her to know that I desired her.
Harleigh panted and fisted the lapels of my tux. “Devin.” Her voice was so small I had to strain to hear her.
I tipped her face back to mine. Her eyes were rimmed with pink, and her chin quivered with suppressed crying.
“Stay with me tonight.” She was so uncertain.
Didn’t she know how badly I wanted this right now? All she needed was to ask. I claimed her lips again. The taste of her was fuel to the fire in my loins. She pulled me in and pressed against my mouth, demanding more from me with her lips, her tongue.
“Please. I know this isn’t real, but I need you.” Her plea was a stab to my guts.
“I’m yours for the night.”
I suffered an eternity waiting for our car to arrive. Harleigh kept her focus out the car window. I should have driven. Our driver was entirely too slow. As time dragged out, my need turned into a beast demanding to be let out. My ardor was not cooled by the time I could not touch her.
Once at the house I grabbed her hand and dragged her from the car. I paused long enough as soon as we entered the house to crush her to me and make it clear what my intentions were once we reached the top of the stairs. I trailed my fingers around the edge of the V of her dress. Every time I grazed her silken skin, she shuddered.
“Devin?”
“Sh,” I kissed the words from her lips. “Take me upstairs,” I told her.
The blush I thought I saw across her cheeks in the car, flared brightly as she held my hand and climbed the stairs. Every few steps she would look back at me and smile harder.
I nodded in what I hoped was a confirming way. Yes, this was happening. I wanted her, and I knew she wanted me.
I closed the door behind me. Harleigh stood in front of my bed. I wanted her in it. She reached out to me, and I stumbled into her arms.
She loosened my tie before sliding her hands across my chest and up my shoulders, forcing my jacket down my arms.
I shrugged the rest of the way out of the jacket and removed the tie as she started to work on the buttons of my shirt. Her gaze would dart up through her lashes and lock with mine, before returning to watch her fingers as she fumbled over my clothes.
I cupped her face and held her still so I could caress her lips again.
“Turn around,” I said.
She presented her back to me and lifted her hair so I could reach the zipper of her dress. I let my fingers linger over her skin. I leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. I let the zipper down slowly, pressing my lips to each new inch of exposed skin. Her shudders and sighs drove me crazy.
Her dress fell to the floor, and she had the same silky shape forming underthings as she had the last time I undressed her. I knew that under all that smooth spandex was a bounty of softness I needed to embrace. My cock throbbed, reminding me to get on with it.
“Condoms?” she asked with a shaky voice.
“There should be some in the bedside table.”
I think the table belonged to the room I occupied when I stayed at the house as a teen. Assuming the condoms I had seen in there were mine … how old were they? It didn’t matter, they should still work.
She sat on the side of the bed and fished out the box and removed a foil pack.
I kneeled before her and removed her shoes before she had the opportunity to bend over and take them off. I finished taking my tux and shorts off as she removed her undergarments.
I had the foil pack torn open, ready to roll it on. I looked back at Harleigh, she still sat on the bed, all naked and pink with a blush blazing across her cheeks.
A sudden vision of her wincing from pain in Las Vegas slowed my frenzied actions.
“Will you?” I asked holding the pack out to her.
Her eyes went wide. “I’m not sure I would know.”
“I’ll show you.” I climbed into bed and held my hands out to her.
She climbed in next to me. She shivered and I pulled her close. I stroked her breasts before picking up her hand and guiding it to my engorged cock.
She stared in disbelief at me. Her eyes made contact before staring at my cock.
“Oh…okay,” she stumbled over her words as she held the condom and stared at me.
She was so beautiful, all soft and curves.
“I might need you to show me,” I said.
“It’s easy,” I said, pulling her hand until she touched my erection.
She gulped and started shivering. I ran my hands down her arms and grasped her wrists. I guided her hands to roll the condom down my length. She wrapped her hand around me and I was lost to her.
Skin to skin, I pressed her back against the mattress. I pressed above her on one arm, and filled my hand with her breast, and teased a nipple to a tight peak with my thumb. She moaned and melted under my touch. My brain turned off and all I wanted was to be inside her.
I positioned myself against her entrance and pressed home. I slid into her warmth and she pressed her hips up to meet mine. There was nothing but glorious friction between us. Harleigh drove me on with her gasps.
She didn’t know what to do with her hands. One moment she would tug at my hair, the next her fingernails bit into my shoulders. And moments later she would beat against the bed, and twist the sheets around her.
I continued to thrust into her, and suck on her breasts. My hands bit into her hips, holding on for maximum leverage.
She ran her legs over mine before wrapping her legs around my hips and locking her feet together behind me. She made me feel electrified and alive.
My body had craved this for months. I had fought the urge to stalk down the hall and into her room so many times. And now I wondered why I had stopped? This was everything. The rest we could figure out later.
She rocked her hips to meet mine, increasing the pressure between us. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped open as if she was going to scream. She tensed around me, and I felt the pull of her muscles as her body ramped up to explode around me.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
Wave after wave of uncontrollable shocks ricocheted through her body. She had no control, no rhythm as she thrashed and bucked and demanded more.
“More Devin, I need you. More!”
I laughed as I continued to thrust. “I’m giving you everything. Hold on, you’ll get there.”
She shuddered and whimpered as her orgasm clamped down.
“That’s it Harleigh, ride it out,” my voice sounded strained as I approached my own release, inspired by the intensity of her spasms around my cock.
I pressed hard into her and everything seized. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I could do was hold on and let everything explode in my brain.
After a moment, I eased into a smile. “We made it there. I said we would.”
We had both crashed to the peak of perfection. I reached between us to secure the condom and rolled away.
“Fuck,” I bit out as I stood up.
“Did I do something wrong?” Harleigh asked.
“No Harleigh, you did everything right. The condom broke as I was pulling it off. Nothing to worry about.” I went into the ensuite bath and closed the door.
The condom was shredded, but it looked as if everything was contained. I quickly cleaned up and returned.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up,” I said as I strolled back into the bedroom.
Harleigh blushed as she scanned her gaze down my body. After what we had completed, I didn’t think it was necessary to hide my nakedness. She ducked her head and rolled out of the bed and rushed past me.
I chuckled at her attempt to cover herself. As if I didn’t have her shape permanently imprinted on my memory. Or my hands couldn’t remember exactly how her skin felt. She didn’t need to try to hide from me, I already knew her body in intimate detail.
I pulled a second condom from the box in anticipation of another round with Harleigh. I looked at the expiration date printed on the box. They were old, no wonder the condom had shredded. I had intended on giving her multiple orgasms tonight, and I wanted to be inside her again. I would just have to cross my fingers if the next one didn’t break.
She stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Why are you covered?” I asked as I lounged in the bed.
“I’m naked,” she said.
“I know, that’s what I mean. You should be naked. Lose the towel and come back to bed.” I threw the corner of the covers back so that she could join me.
She slid in with the towel still around her.
“Harleigh, I don’t want to touch a scratchy towel. I want to touch you. Lose it,” I complained as I closed the distance between us.
“But, I’m not,” she hesitated.
“Whatever you are about to say, don’t. There is nothing wrong with what we did, and I want to touch you.”
She squirmed out of the towel. I pulled her to my chest. She was the embodiment of comfort, all soft and warm. Her breathing was steady and calming. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of her in my arms, against my skin.
I trailed my fingers over her skin. She squirmed and giggled as every touch seemed to tickle her. I didn’t stop since every wiggle of hers sent shocks of desire through my body. The simple movement of gliding a finger up her back, had her shifting her breasts against me, and suddenly my ball tightened and my cock was interested in joining the party.
I think I was torturing myself more than I was easing her. Her skin was so smooth, I couldn’t find it in me to stop touching her.
“You are never going to fall asleep if you keep that up,” she practically purred.
I gave up and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so that she propped up on my chest, and had to look down at me. Her hair fell in a cascade. I twisted my fingers in and rubbed it against my chest. Like perfect silk.
“Who said I wanted to fall asleep. I don’t think you are done with me tonight,” I said.
I dug my fingers into her ass. “Climb up,’ I directed.
“On top? I’ll crush you.”
“That’s the plan,” I smirked.
