Mister O(54)

Was this what she meant this morning by butterflies? Was it a hint about her lingerie? I have no idea, and at the moment, I don’t care. I walk over to her and kiss her hard, possessively, claiming her lush mouth with mine. My hand roams to her ass, and I squeeze.

She breaks the kiss with an excited oh.

“How should I f*ck you for the first time?” I ask, letting the question linger in the air between us like smoke and heat.

She runs her nails down my shirt, working open the buttons. “How do you want to?”

I shake my head. “It’s not about how I want it. I want to give you all your fantasies. I’m almost tempted to check out your Tumblr feed right now, and see what you looked at this morning.”

Her fingers reach the final button. She opens my shirt and runs her hands over my chest. Her touch is electric. Her index finger traces Hobbes. As she pushes off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, her hands roam across the swirls of ink on my arms, the stars and the abstract shapes and lines. Her eyes follow her touch, then she blinks up at me. “What do you think I looked at this morning?”

I tuck a finger under her chin. “One of your women bent over, ass in the air. That’s how you want it.”

Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She nods.

“That’s what I thought. And since I distinctly recall you telling me you wanted to be f*cked on the counter, I’m going to grab a condom and when I return, I’d like to see you bent over and ready.”

She nibbles on the corner of her lips and says, “Yes.”

I head to the bedroom, grab a foil packet, remove my glasses, shoes and socks, and return to find Harper has done exactly as I asked. She looks like one of her fantasies, and mine, too. She’s all legs, and ass, and a gorgeous, flattened back. I close the distance, set the condom on the counter and take off my jeans. She looks back at me and watches the whole time.

When I push off my boxer briefs and my cock springs free, she licks her lips. “I want you,” she says in a whimper.

Those three words send a heated charge through me. I bring my hand to my dick and stroke it as she stares. My other hand curls over one round, perfect cheek. She gasps as I touch her. I raise my palm to swat her rear when I catch sight of something sticking out of her purse on the coffee table.

“Don’t move,” I say, and I walk away to grab a thin black stick from her purse. “I’m so f*cking glad you carry that giant bag around with your magic stuff in it.”

“Are you going to spank me with my magic wand?” Her tone is laced with excitement.

“I absolutely am.”

“Because I’m going to retire that one from use after you do it.”

“You bet your sweet ass this little prop is reserved for our dirty tricks now,” I say, and I raise the black wand and tap it lightly against her rear, testing her. She inhales sharply.

“More?” I ask, stepping closer to the side of the counter so I can bend to her face and dust a kiss on her lips.

She nods, the look in her eyes heated.

I lift it again and whack her other cheek. She flinches, but then a soft gasp follows, and I rub my palm over her soft rear. Just to be sure she liked it, I drag a hand between her legs. Holy f*ck, this girl is my perfect dirty angel. “You’re soaked,” I rasp out, as I slide my fingers across the damp fabric hugging her *.

“Do it again,” she begs.

I gladly comply, spanking my naughty magician with her very own magic wand and soothing her with my palm each time, one delicious globe then the other, then back again. Winding her up. Making her writhe. Drawing out the most delicious noises from her. I kneel and press kisses on her bottom, pulling at the lace with my teeth, inching it closer to the crack of her delicious ass, exposing her flesh. I nibble on her cheek, and she moans. I lavish attention on the other one, giving her everything she wants right where she wants it, nibbling, licking, kissing her soft, sweet skin.

As I worship this fantastic rear, Harper whispers my name. “Nick, I need you.”

She wants me. She needs me. I have never craved being the object of both more than I do with Harper. I pull down her panties and help her step out of them.

My dick throbs as I look at her bare ass, her slick, wet *, her gorgeous legs, and her face, her eyes so full of desire. “You’re incredible,” I murmur.

She pushes the condom at me. She’s so damn desperate. I cover my dick, curl a hand around her hip, and rub the tip between her legs. She shudders, arching her back.

“Oh, princess,” I rasp, as I rub the head against her heat. “I f*cking want you so much.”

She pushes back against me. “I want you, too.”

Like this, with her bent over my kitchen counter in a black butterfly bra and stockings, I sink into the woman I’ve been dreaming about for months, and I groan in pleasure. She’s divine. So hot, so f*cking snug.

The intensity of this moment radiates in my body like a hot flare. I’m inside Harper for the first time, and it’s so good it’s unreal.

She moans, and I lower my chest to her, pressing against her back, my lips near her face. “Harper,” I say as I ease out then push in.

“Oh God,” she moans, and it sounds as if she’s lost in pleasure.

“Harper,” I say again, my voice rough, commanding.

“Yes?”

“You’re perfect like this.”