Page 13 of Improper Proposal
I shove another finger into her, and small clenches suck me in deeper. My cock throbs, an
d I have to force myself to slow down, otherwise this will be over before it ever begins.
Pleasure races through me, every nerve ending in my body alive and on fire as I push my fingers deep and pull out again, repeating the motion until she’s grabbing at me. “Yeah, that’s it, Harper. Ride my fingers.”
Tension builds in her body, the rippling waves of an orgasm coming closer and closer. I fucking love it. Her erotic whimper fills the room and pulses down my body, settling deep between my legs.
“You like that, huh? You like when I fuck you with two fingers,” I whisper, dying to taste her, slide my cock all the way inside her until I’m balls fucking deep and she’s screaming my name.
She presses her lips to my shoulder, her mouth like fire on my skin as her hands race over me with aroused eagerness. “Yes,” she murmurs, her voice vibrating over my skin. I press my palm harder against her clit, applying pressure until a cry catches in her throat. I pull back a bit, easing the tension, wanting to do so many more things to her.
Greedy for pleasure, she moves against me, rocks into my fingers, and I’ve never seen anything hotter. I take deep choppy breaths as she rides me, takes what she needs, and I’m so fucking eager to see her face when she comes all over my hand, I stand there with my fingers inside her, pre-cum spurting from the slit in my crown.
With no hesitation, no uncertainty, a sexy woman who takes what she wants—a total fucking turn-on for me—she reaches down, captures my cock in her soft hand. A growl lodges in my throat.
“Fuck, Harper,” I say, the friction almost unbearable. “That…” With a desperate need about her, one that mirrors my own, she strokes me, runs her hands along my long length, and while I’d like nothing better than to bend her over the tub, some coherent part of me is aware that I don’t have a condom. My fingers delve deeper inside her hot core, increasing the contact and pressure, and her hips roll into me, both of us so fucking close to losing it, even though I want so much more than a quick, hurried orgasm. In fact, I’d love to carry her to my room, toss her on my bed, and fuck her for hours.
“Yes, yes, just like that. So good,” she says as she shivers.
Shameless need takes hold as her pussy muscles squeeze around my fingers. I slide an arm around her to hold her as her hot cum soaks my palm. I continue to finger-fuck her, consoling myself with the knowledge that next time I’ll get my mouth between her legs.
“Will,” she cries out my name, and my cock throbs as her pulses slow.
“Next time you’re going to be spread on my bed, and I’m going to eat you for hours,” I say, and another orgasm hits her, taking us both by surprise. I grin. She likes it when I talk dirty.
Fuck yeah.
When her body finally stops spasming, she rubs my cum over my cock, drops to her knees, and slides her other hand between my legs to cup my balls. The sight of her kneeling before me pretty much does me in.
I rock into her mouth, the rhythm and pressure of her hands on my dick building the need inside me. I fight the pull in my groin as desire zaps my balls, takes a firm hold. I don’t want to come just yet. I want to give her another orgasm, see the pleasure on her face as she rides out the waves.
But that will have to wait, because as her moan shudders through me, my cock pulses between her roaming fingers, a restless hunger I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sate.
“Such a nice cock,” she says and angles her head until we’re eye to eye. She fucking likes what she’s doing, and it blows my mind. She takes me back into her mouth, worshiping my cock with her tongue. I grip my hair and fist it as she changes her pace, her hands working faster over my throbbing dick, and I know I’m losing the damn battle. My body convulses, and my muscles bunch. I clench my teeth, intensely aware how close I am to shooting off in her mouth. She slides her tongue over me, lighting up nerves I never knew existed. As her breath whispers across my thighs, I twist my fingers in her hair, forcing her mouth open so she can take more of me in. What the fuck is this woman doing to me? I’m seconds from losing it all together. While I want to come in her mouth, shoot my cum down her throat, I pull her off me, and pleasure spikes as she gazes up at me and licks her mouth. So fucking sexy.
“Fuck,” I say and adjust my dick so I spurt cum all over her bare breasts. She groans low in her throat as it drips off her nipples. I stand there for a long time, trying to breathe, speak, form a fucking coherent thought. “Come here,” I finally say and gently grip her shoulders to pull her to me. She stands, and I draw her closer, my hands spanning her waist as our bodies mesh. As her pulse pounds at the base of her neck, she gives me a soft, slow smile. Her hand slides down my arm, looking for mine. She gives a tug to guide me into the shower, to clean us both up. When she moves toward the running water, I step back and take pleasure in her sated look until reality inches its way back inside my brain.
Who is this woman, and why do I want her again so badly?
A hard knock sounds on my bedroom door, and I inch away, shattering the intimacy between us. I pull in a breath, trying to wrap my brain around what’s going on. She blinks at me, and her expression changes, uncertainty replacing satisfaction. My back hits the door to the bathroom with a hard thud, and I shake my head, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. We hadn’t even fucked, my goddamn cock wasn’t even inside her, yet this was earth-shattering sex, nonetheless—sex that never should have happened—considering I have no idea why she’s here. Judging by what she’d said, she doesn’t appear to, either.
The knock sounds on my bedroom door again. “Will, can you give me a hand in the shed,” Gramps asks.
“Be right there,” I shout to be heard over the pounding of my heart.
Harper reaches for me, but I step back. “We…shouldn’t have done this,” I say as my stomach plummets. Is she George’s or not? This family would open their arms to anyone, and for all we know about her, she could be some escaped lunatic.
“Will, it’s okay,” she says, her voice a strangled whisper.
“Be sure to wear something old,” Gramps says.
Harper takes a small step toward me, but I can’t let her touch me until I know who she is and what she wants. But right now, with Gramps waiting for me, it’s clear the conversation is going to have to wait.
Chapter Five
Harper
When it comes right down to it, we didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not George’s girl and can sleep with Will if I want. But what I don’t want to do is hurt anyone, and now Will looks spooked. Yeah, we want each other in a physical way, but he still has no idea who I am.
