Falling for Mr. Wrong(26)
Harper spread her legs. She couldn’t believe ten minutes ago she was ready to go home and now she was naked in a large storage closet with Noah running color commentary on her aroused and very naked body.
He reached for her wrists and hoisted them up over her head as his fingers explored her wet pussy, sliding toward her center. He hooked a finger inside her while he used his palm to continue to stimulate her clit. Harper gasped.
“How do you know I love that?” she choked the words out, pressing herself toward his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside of her to that perfect spot.
Noah’s eyes were fixed on what his hands were doing, and Harper couldn’t help but watch as well, mesmerized. To think that those fingers could make her feel such intense pleasure. She writhed as the sensations bombarded her, all the while wanting desperately to strip his clothes off and feel him pressed up against her naked flesh.
“I remember everything your body wants, baby. And I plan to give it to you.”
“Clothes,” she said between gasps. “Off. Now.”
“Uh-uh.” Noah held tight to her wrists and leaned forward to lick her nipple. He increased the pace of his finger thrusting into her, pressing the heel of his hand to her clit, spreading her juices, occasionally rubbing the swollen nub with his thumb. “First I need to feel you come all over my hand.” He added a second finger and Harper thrust desperately against him. When he fastened his mouth around a nipple and bit down as he pressed his fingers to her G-spot, a thousand points of light burst behind Harper’s eyelids as wave upon wave of spasms racked her pelvis. She let out a gasp, but Noah closed his mouth over hers to stifle the sound as his hand slowed over her sensitive lips. Finally he released her wrists.
Harper felt like she’d run a marathon. But she was ready for an ultramarathon, at least of the sexual kind, and immediately grabbed his tie, unknotting it in record time, then his suitcoat, unfastening his shirt, and ultimately his pants. She stopped to smooth the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock as she slid the waistband of his boxer briefs over his hard length. She’d always loved the velvety smoothness of Noah’s cock, the firm thickness, the length. He was built just right for her, and she couldn’t believe she was here, once again holding it in her greedy little hands.
She squatted down, still in her strappy heels, and looked up at Noah, reaching her tongue out to lick the moisture from the head. His sharp intake of breath was all she needed to know that this was what he craved. She circled the crown with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head and slowly sliding them down his penis, taking the length of him into her mouth as he pressed toward her.
She sucked him hard and took him as deep as she could, then alternated stroking her tongue along the length of him as he guided her head with desperate hands. When she covered her teeth with her lips and pressed along the crown, he cried out, “Oh, fuck, Harper. I want you, now.”
He reached his hands under her armpits and pulled her up, and they coiled in an embrace as Harper lifted a leg around his hip, trying to encourage his hard length into her wetness.
“I have a better idea.” He turned her around and bent her at the waist, her naked ass pointed toward him. “Those shoes. Those fuck-me shoes. God, Harper, if you only knew what those did to me.” With one stroke he was inside of her, buried deep, where he held himself, allowing her body to adjust to his size. “We fit together like we were made to for each other, sweetie.”
She shuddered at the intensity of his large, magnificent cock inside her, right where it always belonged. “Harder, Noah.”
He obliged, first leaning forward, his chest to her back, and wrapping his arms around her body so he could play with her nipples the way she loved it. She trembled, so close to breaking again, relishing the feel of his body sliding inside of her, the soft hairs of his chest stroking her back. She could do this forever, except that it felt like a fuse had been lit and was quickly snaking through her body, and the blast was imminent. Noah reached down and slid his fingers along her slick center, reaching to the spot where his cock was sliding in and out of her body, then swirling around her clit. It was all Harper could take.
“I’m coming, baby, now,” she said. “Come with me.” Fireworks erupted inside of her, and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, pulling him in. She could feel his body spasming as she milked the seed from his pulsating cock, filling her to overflowing.
For a minute they were silent but for their labored breathing. Then Harper started to laugh, and Noah joined in.
“You do know you have an inn full of wedding guests downstairs, while you’ve been fucking my brains out up here?”
Her legs had given out, and as he slipped from her body, she turned and lay herself down on the carpeted floor.
Noah settled himself down next to her, breathing heavily. “God, I didn’t think my legs had enough strength to remain standing for another second.” He leaned forward and stroked her face. “Besides, it’s much nicer down here.” He pulled her mouth toward his and their tongues met and tangled, softly, gently, in a kiss so tender Harper thought she could cry. This was what she missed the most. All the other stuff, sure, she missed it. But intimate moments like this, with the man she’d long ago given her heart to. It was a real shame she could never give that heart away again.
Chapter Twenty