He licked his lips. “Just believe in me. Believe that I know what I’m doing. Have a little faith.”
Harper placed her hands on his chest, noticing the change in his clothing. “Why did you change clothes?”
“I spilled coffee down it.”
“I could have washed it.”
“You don’t need to worry about it.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back, and claimed her lips.
The moment his lips touched hers, all thought fled her brain. Her pussy went slick, wanting him inside her. Her nipples grew hard and heavy.
“I’m sorry I’m an asshole. Let me make it up to you, baby,” he said. He kissed down to her neck, sucking on the pulse beating rapidly. She loved it when he did that. Harper found it hard to resist anything when his lips were on her, making her beg for more. Over the past couple of weeks, she had found that her body only ever came alive for Abel. No other man had the power to awaken her like he did. He was slowly working his way into her heart, and into her mind. She loved him, there was no doubt. It was moments like tonight when she found it difficult. Her parents had an honest marriage, neither of them causing the other stress.
Abel wrapped his arms around her, picking her up, and leading her toward their bedroom.
Fight tomorrow.
Love tonight.
Just feel him.
He let her go, and she tugged at his shirt, wanting him to get as naked as she was. Abel dealt with her clothing, and within seconds they were both naked.
Abel pushed her toward the bed, and she fell on top of the sheets, moaning as his hand slid between her thighs, touching her pussy.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“I need you, Abel.”
“I’m so sorry for being an asshole. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Then shut up and fuck me.” Grabbing his face, she pulled him down, kissing his lips. He fingered her pussy thrusting in and out. She was so wet that his finger moved inside her easily. Biting her lip, she tried to contain her moans, but Abel wouldn’t allow her.
“I want to hear you scream my name.” He pulled the lip from between her teeth. “Never hide anything from me.”
She whimpered, giving in to what he wanted.
“That’s it, let me hear you.” He pulled out of her pussy, drawing his finger up to circle her clit then going back down, thrusting inside. She started to thrust up to meet him, the need building inside her. “Fuck, I’ve got to be inside you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He moved between her thighs, and she watched as he aligned the tip with her entrance, and with one thrust was deeply inside her. Even though they fucked nearly every single night, that first thrust was always the hardest. He stretched her walls, making her gasp and moan.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
She wrapped her legs around him, and Abel grabbed her hands, pressing them above her head. She arched up, trying to touch him.
He took possession of her lips, thrusting inside her at the same time. Kissing him back, Harper forgot about the fear, the pacing, the trouble. All she could focus on was the man inside her, the man she was loving, her Abel.
This was the man that was real, and she wanted more than anything.
“I can’t get deep enough,” he said, growling the words against her lips. Suddenly, he pulled out, flipped her onto her knees, and moved her so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed.
Within seconds, Abel was inside her, and he was deeper than ever before. He held onto her hips, pounding inside her.
They had been making love, and this, it was pure fucking. He slapped her ass, making her yelp. “I feel how wet you are, baby. You love this, don’t you?”
She moaned her answer. He was stroking over a spot within her that was making her w
etter. She didn’t think it was possible to be this wet, and yet it was.