“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.