My Step-Dad's Brother(20)

“Not sad, just a little moody,” I corrected, scanning the room. It mostly looked the same, except my bookshelf was empty because we’d already brought all my books to the house. A quick peek into the dresser and closet would show they were almost empty since we’d taken most of my clothes over, too. “It’s hard to believe I’m leaving, that’s all.”

He turned me in his arms and looked down at me, his light brown eyes filled with concern. “If you aren’t ready to move into the rental house yet, just say the word and we’ll stay here a little longer. It’ll feel a little odd, living under the same roof with your mom and my brother, but I’ll deal with it. The only thing that’s important is your happiness.”

I promptly burst into tears and buried my face into his chest.

“Shh, baby doll,” he soothed, rubbing my back.

“I love you so damn much,” I cried.

“I love you, too.”

“I know,” I hiccupped, squeezing him tight. “That’s why I’m crying. ‘Cause you’re just so... perfect.”

“I’m not perfect,” he laughed, pulling back so he could see my face. “Far from it.”

I lifted my hand and ran my palm down one of his cheeks to cup his jaw. “But you’re perfect for me.”

“You can’t say shit like that right now,” he groaned with a quick glance at the clock on my nightstand. “We only have a couple hours until they get home.”

“Sounds like just enough time to say goodbye to my bed to me, don’t you think?”

“One last time,” he rasped, tearing at my clothes. My hands trembled as I did the same with his, desperate for both of us to be naked as quickly as possible so we could make the most of the limited time we had.

Once all our clothes were scattered across the floor, Harrison tossed me onto the mattress, yanking me down until my ass was at the edge before he sank to his knees in front of me. Then he bent my legs, placing my feet on the mattress and spreading me open for his touch. He didn’t waste any time once he got me into the position he wanted; he just lowered his head and went straight for my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he nibbled on my clit and thrust a finger inside me.

He knew my body so well, having spent the last two weeks learning every inch of it. In the matter of a couple of minutes, my stomach started to tighten as I writhed in his grip. With his hands tightening on my ass, he growled against me and the vibrations sent me over the edge.

“Mine,” he growled against my wet flesh after licking me through my orgasm.

Rising to his feet, standing at the edge of the bed, he lifted my hips higher and wrapped my legs around his hips. His cock nudged at my entrance, but he didn’t move to take me like he normally would. Instead, he held his lower body still as he bent lower, until his mouth was over mine. His tongue slid inside and caressed mine slowly. I could taste myself on him, mixed with the flavor that was uniquely Harrison. His kiss was a leisurely exploration, slow and soft, that had my heart racing for a completely different reason than the usual when we were naked and in bed with each other.

It was... more. More heartfelt. More meaningful. Just more.

“Love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, baby doll. More than anything in the world,” he murmured as he slowly slid inside me.

With our eyes locked, he circled his hips before he withdrew from my body.

“You make me so damn happy.” He plunged back in.

“Me too,” I gasped as he pulled out and rammed back in.

“Can’t wait to live in that little blue cottage with you. To spend each night together just like this, until you graduate from school and we can go on an adventure together.” His voice was raspy as he murmured against my lips, grinding his pelvis against me as his cock surged deep inside.

“My first,” I panted, my body already tightening in pleasure again.

“Another first. I want them all.”

“You’ve got them, Harrison. Anything you want from me, it’s yours.”

“Your sweet cherry, your ass, your mouth wrapped around my cock,” he rattled off, hips pumping and eyes burning with desire.

“You’ve already had two of the three.”

“Your first smile of each day, your first road trip, first airplane flight, first trip out of the country,” he continued.

“All yours.” I circled my hips, trying to get him to hit just the right spot since I was so close to coming.

“The first and only time you say ‘I do.’ Our first baby. Everything.”

“Like I said, whatever you want from me is yours. But please, if you love me, let me come!” I had reached the point of mindless desperation.