He held her tight. The hot press of his chest against her back, his arms around her, all drove her right over the edge into the blissful relief of orgasm.
Harry moaned long and low in her ear, nipping at her earlobe before finding his own release. His arms tightened, his muscles rigid, before he relaxed into her, letting out a long breath of air. The expansion of his chest against her back made her cling tighter to his neck, her fingers tugging on the wisps of hair at his damp neck.
“Who knew GILFs were made of so much awesome? We didn’t break a hip, did we?” he teased, nuzzling her neck.
Mara laughed, forcing air into her lungs, letting her arms drop to squeeze his forearms. “It’s the Bengay massages and calcium tablets. They do a GILF good.”
Now Harry laughed, the deep rumble vibrating against her back. “You’re amazing, Mara Flaherty.”
“In the sack?”
“In the everything.”
Her cheeks grew hot. “Yeah, yeah. Bet you say that to all the geeks you woo into your web of love.”
“Nope, I really don’t. And you’re my first geek in the sack, thus proving geeks rule.”
Leave it to Harry to mix his blatant honesty with a compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not so bad? Not—so—bad?” he mocked, tickling her and forcing her to roll away from him. He pinned her to the floor while she giggled uncontrollably, placing his large body squarely upon hers. His eyes captured Mara’s, glittering with amusement. “So, say again? Not so bad?” He drew her thigh around his waist again, slipping his cock between the folds of her flesh.
Mara giggled from beneath him, loving this version of Harry, playful and light. “Isn’t improvement always the goal? If I tell you how incredible you were, you’ll never work harder.”
He leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip, sending another small wave of heat throughout her body. “So improvement’s what you’re looking for? Tell me, fellow nerd, what can I do to improve this?” he asked, slipping back down to find her breast, lashing her nipple with his tongue until it ached.
She hissed her pleasure, fighting to find words. “More of that could improve your game,” she teased, cupping the back of his head.
“More,” he murmured, trailing his fingers along her stomach before skimming the place between her legs. “Like this?”
Her hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers. “Definitely more of that,” she said on a shuddering sigh, dizzy from the talent of his hands.
Harry’s words grew fewer and farther between when she stroked his cock, pulling him back up into her arms to place his heated shaft between her legs, loving that he wanted her once again.
When he drove into her this time, she opened her eyes, watched each move of his muscles, memorized each clench of his jaw and stroke of his hand. And when he came, she clung to him and held him close so she’d always have this night.
No one could take that away from her.
Not ever.
* * *
“CARL? Close your eyes, buddy. Mara and the brainiac are doin’ stuff your delicate orbs shouldn’t bear witness to.”
Mara’s eyes popped open at the sound of Nina’s voice to find her and Carl in the middle of her living room, Nina’s hand over the zombie’s eyes.
Harry sat upright, too, grabbing his discarded sweater and dragging it over his head in a rush. His hair stuck up at odd ends, and his cheeks were tinted an adorable red.
“Carl?” Nina swished her finger in their general area. “This is what not to do when you have houseguests.” Nina cackled. “We stayed at Marty’s last night to give you two some time alone. Get dressed lovebirds. Stop exposing my zombie to the nasty,” she ordered, guiding Carl toward the guest bedroom.
As they passed, Carl lifted his hand and gave them a stiff wave of his arm, eyes still protectively covered.
Harry stretched and yawned, pulling the throw from her couch and covering her with a kiss. “Morning,” he hummed against her lips.
“Afternoon, lovers. It’s afternoon!” Nina bellowed from the back of the cottage. “Do you have any flippin’ idea how long you two went at it? We thought you’d never get ’er done. It’s a damn good thing I learned to tolerate daylight hours.”
Mara hid her face in the throw, then in Harry’s shoulder with a giggle, forgetting everything but waking up beside him and the intense joy that feeling left in its wake.
Nina reentered the living room, hand now over her eyes. “One more thing, lovebirds. Jeff called in to the police today.”
Mara cocked her head, unsure whether to be relieved or concerned. “What?”