around in the dark for anything to offer him to put to his bleeding nose. Though I admit, the part of me that broke when he walked out the front door was a tiny bit gleeful at how hard I’d nailed him. By the time I found a wadded up tissue in the nightstand he was fine.
“It’s fine. It’s fine, it’s really not important.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” I was kinetic then. Grasping at him, pulling at him, touching his face.
“What are you doing here?”
“Shh, Harper,” he said. He leaned in, kissing me. Warm long kisses that stilled the wild thing that had bloomed in my chest from the fear and the surprise.
“I am shushing. I am,” I lied. I tugged at his hair and I felt the resounding growl in his throat. I felt the hardening of his cock along my thigh. I felt him press to me, between my legs, rocking his hard cock against the soft fabric of my clothes. Pinning my panties to me under my scrubs. I held him close and kissed him hard because there was a very real chance, I realized, that I was dreaming this.
“No you’re not shushing. You’re talking.” His strong fingers pushed down the horrible pink scrub pants. The top was next. When I was naked under him, he kissed me again.
I hadn’t talked while he undressed me. That had to count for something.
“Where were you?” I asked but he started to rock. Pressing the length of his hard-on along the seam of my sex, tripping all the nerves around my pussy lips, getting just the right friction on my clit so that my brain sort of staggered to a stop and my breath froze in my lungs. Damn. For an angel, he sure knew how to be bad.
“Taking care of some things.”
I pressed a hand between us and laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said, when my fingers found the familiar feel of thin latex. “I always keep my word.”
“Next time, okay? Next time all naked, all the way. Promise,” I said, parting my thighs, touching his hot skin. Wishing I could see him better in the crappy light. The light seemed to brighten and then I could. Those smiling blue eyes and staggering face.
But most of all, with Alex Church, the total feel of him. The goodness of him. All of it.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said, and pulled my hands high, pinning them wide, pushing into me on a smooth, restrained thrust so that I whimpered like he was hurting me. But quite the opposite. My body bunched up around him, eager and wet and ready to couple with him again. Well trained to the pleasures that were Alex.
“After all, you are my first lover.”
He moved into me, slow and easy until I tugged and pushed against his restraining hold. Then his movement grew with each driving motion, filling me so that I said his name over and over like a prayer.
His mouth came down on my throat, his tongue lapping at my clavicle, my nipple, my breast. He sucked so hard that pleasure tugged at my pussy, tumbling me over into my first orgasm. Soft and somehow graceful. I came, trying so hard to free my hands from him, but not really wanting to break his hold or his spell. “Stay still for me, Harper,” he laughed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He wasn’t. He kept me there, rather easily, with his grasp, though he had switched to one hand.
The other snaked under my knee, lifting my leg high, skewing my body so that he brushed new bunches of secret flesh as he fucked me. I put my mouth to his shoulder, in lieu of having hands, and bit him as the second orgasm rushed over me and pulled me under. I bit him none too gently and heard him make a sound that made me smile in the dark. That spark of pain had him toeing the line between being in control and losing it.
“I had to make sure everything was good for you,” he said, flipping me before I could track his motion. The world twirled around me and there I was, on hands and knees, ass high in the air, Alex’s huge hands on my hips as he pushed into me from behind, anchoring me with his firm touch. He tugged me
“It’s fine. It’s fine, it’s really not important.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” I was kinetic then. Grasping at him, pulling at him, touching his face.
“What are you doing here?”
“Shh, Harper,” he said. He leaned in, kissing me. Warm long kisses that stilled the wild thing that had bloomed in my chest from the fear and the surprise.
“I am shushing. I am,” I lied. I tugged at his hair and I felt the resounding growl in his throat. I felt the hardening of his cock along my thigh. I felt him press to me, between my legs, rocking his hard cock against the soft fabric of my clothes. Pinning my panties to me under my scrubs. I held him close and kissed him hard because there was a very real chance, I realized, that I was dreaming this.
“No you’re not shushing. You’re talking.” His strong fingers pushed down the horrible pink scrub pants. The top was next. When I was naked under him, he kissed me again.
I hadn’t talked while he undressed me. That had to count for something.
“Where were you?” I asked but he started to rock. Pressing the length of his hard-on along the seam of my sex, tripping all the nerves around my pussy lips, getting just the right friction on my clit so that my brain sort of staggered to a stop and my breath froze in my lungs. Damn. For an angel, he sure knew how to be bad.
“Taking care of some things.”
I pressed a hand between us and laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said, when my fingers found the familiar feel of thin latex. “I always keep my word.”
“Next time, okay? Next time all naked, all the way. Promise,” I said, parting my thighs, touching his hot skin. Wishing I could see him better in the crappy light. The light seemed to brighten and then I could. Those smiling blue eyes and staggering face.
But most of all, with Alex Church, the total feel of him. The goodness of him. All of it.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said, and pulled my hands high, pinning them wide, pushing into me on a smooth, restrained thrust so that I whimpered like he was hurting me. But quite the opposite. My body bunched up around him, eager and wet and ready to couple with him again. Well trained to the pleasures that were Alex.
“After all, you are my first lover.”
He moved into me, slow and easy until I tugged and pushed against his restraining hold. Then his movement grew with each driving motion, filling me so that I said his name over and over like a prayer.
His mouth came down on my throat, his tongue lapping at my clavicle, my nipple, my breast. He sucked so hard that pleasure tugged at my pussy, tumbling me over into my first orgasm. Soft and somehow graceful. I came, trying so hard to free my hands from him, but not really wanting to break his hold or his spell. “Stay still for me, Harper,” he laughed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He wasn’t. He kept me there, rather easily, with his grasp, though he had switched to one hand.
The other snaked under my knee, lifting my leg high, skewing my body so that he brushed new bunches of secret flesh as he fucked me. I put my mouth to his shoulder, in lieu of having hands, and bit him as the second orgasm rushed over me and pulled me under. I bit him none too gently and heard him make a sound that made me smile in the dark. That spark of pain had him toeing the line between being in control and losing it.
“I had to make sure everything was good for you,” he said, flipping me before I could track his motion. The world twirled around me and there I was, on hands and knees, ass high in the air, Alex’s huge hands on my hips as he pushed into me from behind, anchoring me with his firm touch. He tugged me
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