"Obviously we have to do something," Harper says, and she makes a face.
"What do you want to do?" I ask her.
Harper raises an eyebrow. "It's going to sound absolutely insane, but I keep thinking about you, and about us being interrupted by Mom, and how much of a jerk she was about things … and how much I wish we'd done more. Maybe we'd have a better idea about whether this could go anywhere."
It's like lighting a match and dropping it into dry tinder. Just the fact that Harper is thinking about me, about wanting me, is enough to bring every thought I've been trying to push out of my mind since we last had sex right up to the fore once again.
"You're sure about that?" I feel the heat building up along my groin, but I know better than to make a move without making sure that Harper's not messing with me.
"I'm sure I want to," Harper says, looking at me.
I take her by the hand and steer her away from the parking lot, towards the lake itself, stopping just short of the shore. I wrap my arms around her and lean in, and Harper pushes herself up onto the balls of her feet to kiss me as I'm trying to kiss her back. I start off slow. I want to give her plenty of opportunity to tell me to stop, to change her mind, but eventually I can't help myself anymore.
I pull her down onto the grass with me, and we're going at it hot and heavy in moments, like we did in my parents' bathroom. We're touching each other everywhere, hands slipping up under each other's clothes. All I can think about was how fucking good Harper felt and how much I've wanted more ever since then. Even when we were talking about how we weren't ever going to do it again, even when we were arguing or talking about putting everything on hold between us.
I pull back from the kiss, and Harper's on top of me, like she was in the bathroom, but we're both still mostly clothed.
"Are we really going to do this?" I ask.
"We may not get another chance," Harper points out, her voice breathless. I can see the way she's flushed, the pink in her cheeks. Her nipples are straining at the fabric of her T-shirt, and I know now there's no bra underneath it.
"God, I want you, Harper," I say, guiding her hand down to my crotch.
She gives me a squeeze through my pants and the throbbing, fiery ache there intensifies into a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes it almost impossible to think.
"Then let's do it," Harper tells me.
"Only if you promise not to get pissed at me afterwards," I counter.
Harper laughs.
"I will only be pissed if you got me all turned on like this only to back out of it," she says.
I kiss her again and reach down to find the hem of her T-shirt, haul it up along her back and over her head. I've been thinking about Harper's heavy, full tits almost nonstop for days, since I saw her naked, and even more since we had sex.
She peels off my shirt, and then somehow we're down to nothing at all without me even knowing how it happened. I tumble Harper onto her back and cover her body with mine. I know I've reached the point of no return. Unless she tells me to stop, unless she doesn't want it anymore, I can't hold back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
HARPER POLSEN
I don't know what I was expecting when I agreed to meet up with Zane at the lake, but as more and more of our clothes begin to come off, it doesn't seem to matter what I was expecting, all that matters is that I want more. All I can think of is how much I want to feel Zane inside of me again, and to be able to really, truly take our time and enjoy it.
Zane's lips shift down from my mouth and to my neck, and I shiver against him as he nips at the sensitive spot just under my jaw, where I can feel my pulse fluttering. From there he drops to my collarbones and my breasts. I reach down between us, groping until my fingers find the hot, hard length of his cock. I can't help but giggle breathlessly as my hand wrapping around Zane's erection makes him moan, one of my nipples caught between his lips.
He moves from one breast to the other, worshipping me with his mouth, sucking and licking until I'm so wet I can feel my fluids along my inner thighs. I start stroking him more confidently, thinking not for the first time about how amazing it is that he was able to fit inside of me at all. I'm not a virgin, but I haven't been with more than a few guys, and Zane makes the rest of them seem small by comparison.
"God, you're so hot, Harper," Zane murmurs against my skin. I gasp as I feel his fingers sliding along my folds.
"Me? You. You're hot," I tell him, trying to keep my voice down.
I'm only barely aware of the fact that we're technically in a public place, but I'm aware enough not to want to increase the risk of us getting caught.
Zane finds my clit by touch and begins to rub in tight little circles around the bead of nerves, and my hips move as if they've got a mind of their own, twisting and bucking to his touches.
We lie there for what seems like ages, kissing and touching and teasing each other until we're dripping with sweat, until I'm soaking wet and my fingers are slick with Zane's pre-cum.
"Ready for me?" Zane's breath is burning hot against my skin, and it's like I've been waiting for him to ask those words for hours. He slides two fingers slowly inside of me and I grab with my free hand at his shoulder, at his back, digging my fingernails in. It feels so good and at the same time it's not enough.
"Of course I'm ready for you, you-" I bite my tongue, struggling to keep from screaming as Zane chuckles and slides his fingers out of me. I groan in frustration.
My insides churn with anticipation as he puts on a condom. But the next moment he pushes my legs wider and I feel the tip of his cock up against my mound, rubbing me slightly before he pushes slowly, oh so slowly, inside of me. My inner muscles flex around him in a spasm, my whole body hungry to feel him completely inside of me. Zane moans against my neck in reaction. He presses forward, letting me feel every inch of him sliding into me, filling me. I almost can't breathe. It feels even better than it did the first time.
For a second neither of us move, instead holding absolutely still, and I can feel Zane's cock twitching inside of me. I hear the harsh breaths against my ears as he struggles for a moment to keep from losing it, and I'm right there with him. I'm not a virgin, but I never imagined it could feel this good.
"Fuck, Harper. You feel so … fucking … amazing," Zane says, as he slowly slides almost all the way out of me and then pushes back in, somehow managing to penetrate even deeper than he did the first time, or at least it feels that way.
We start moving together, slow at first and then gradually gaining speed. I can't help but notice that we find each other's rhythm right away, like we're meant for this.
"You too," I manage to get out as Zane reaches down between our bodies and his fingers slide along my folds just above where his cock is filling me, until he reaches my clitoris and begins stroking me in counterpoint to his thrusts.
It's almost more than I can stand. I no longer care if we might get caught. It feels too good and the tension mounting, deep down in my hips like a rubber band stretching tighter and tighter, is overwhelming any sense of propriety I might have had.
I try to hold back, but between Zane's fingers against my clit and the feeling of him inside me and everything else, it feels like it's only minutes before I tumble over the edge, moaning against his chest as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, making every muscle tense and relax in spasms that only seem to get more and more intense by the moment.
Zane keeps moving, and just as my climax seems to be coming to an end, I feel his whole body tense, feel his cock twitching inside of me even harder than before, and his cock pulses and throbs as he groans, thrusting hard and fast as he hits his climax. At once my orgasm intensifies again. My walls grip him tightly as I cling to him like my life depends on it, gasping and panting for breath between moans as we both give into it.
I don't know how long we lie there on the grass recovering. It may be minutes or hours, but I don't care.
Eventually, Zane pulls himself up to look down at me, and I can't help but grin up at him. I feel so good all over, warm and relaxed in a way that I almost never get to feel, with the little bit of a dull ache that I love feeling because it's related to that bone-deep relaxation.
I want to keep enjoying this delicious hazy warmth, but I know we have to come to some kind of conclusion, especially since, as I remember, Zane has to leave for base in less than nine hours.
"We should probably talk about what's going on between us," I say, and I hate myself for saying it.
"Better now than before," Zane points out.
I laugh. I have to admit he's right about that.
"So what, what is this? Between us? Are we going to hope to meet up whenever we're both home and fool around like this, or is there something to it?" I try not to feel anxious about what Zane might say, and I don't know what answer I'm actually dreading more.
"You said you thought I might be able to take New York," Zane says, speaking slowly.
"Oh?" My heart beats faster and I feel like I'm holding my breath even though I know I'm not.
"I've become comfortable in the army. And yeah, I know I can get married there, but I don't like the way I see serious relationships going on in there. Everyone's always better off once they leave the service."
I nod. I don't really have anything to say to this, one way or another, I don't know enough to have an opinion. "So what are you saying, then?"