Chapter 165
Harper
I''m so full of tingles and jitters and this overwhelming pulsing, I can''t even imagine feeling this all over
again.
But I know Easton.
When he wants something, he doesn''t give up.
He doesn''t rush.
He doesn''t do it half-assed.
And right now, he wants me.
I suck his lip into my mouth, gnawing on the end ... tasting myself.
Something I never thought I''d do, but now I find it so incredibly sexy.
I release him and take in his smoldering re, remembering the words he said to me moments ago
and reply, "Then make me fucking scream."
My response is barely out of my mouth when he picks me up from the top cushions of the couch and
carries me over to the living room wall.
The paint and texture are so cold against my bare back, as he positions us, my shoulders rub against
the hardness of it.
I hold onto him for dear life, knowing he won''t drop me, but still needing the reassurance, especially as
his dick enters me.
"Oh God,” I moan.
The back of my head hits the wall, not in a way where I scream out in pain, but in a way that makes me
want him more.
"Fuck," he hisses.
"You''re so tight."
I dig my nails into him as he rears his hips back and plunges fully inside me.
"Easton!"I don''t expect it.
Nor do I anticipate the intense rush that follows or the perfect feeling of fullness thates in or the
pressure that adds to this incredible burst of sensations.
"Ahbh,” I sigh.
As he holds me against the wall, there''s a quick grind of his hips.
That''s followed by a hard rock forward where his tiny hairs are rubbing against my clit in a way that
starts a whole new feeling inside me.
"Harder,"I cry.I need to feel him deeper, I need him to pound me in a punishing way where I''m lost.
And, within a few pumps, that''s what he''s giving me.
It''s a relentless, consuming thrust that I can''t get enough of.
He''s holding my mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes meeting mine every few drives of
his cock.
"Jesus fuck, Harper.
You''re so wet."That''s because the build is there.
I feel it moving through me.
I feel iting on in a way where I can stop it.
I can''t pause it.
"Oh God."
I hug him closer to me, urging him, bouncing over him as I try to meet him in the middle.
"I''m going toe.” The first wave hits me,ing on so strong, I scream out a moan and then,
"Fuck!"
I gasp in some air and continue, "Easton!"
"Fuck, yes,"
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he roars against my face.
"I can feel it.” My stomach starts to shudder as the ripples move through me, each exhale sending
more of the sparks through my body.
"You feel so fucking good,” he growls the moment I''m still, but he hasn''t stopped moving, and now he''s
pulling me from the wall.
He brings me over to the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs where I''m straddling hisp.
"Now fucking ride me.” I''m sensitive.
Everywhere.
Every part of me bursting with electricity.
But the only thing I can think of, the only thing I want is to make Easton feel as good as I do right now.
"Wow,'' I quiver as I bob over his dick, moving slow, the only speed I can handle at first.
His hand drops down the front of me and finds that ce that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now
circling the top of my clit.
I don''t know where the energyes from, I don''t know how this feeling returns so easily, but it''s there
and ites with more speed.
I''m rising and falling, twisting my hips, Easton''s moans getting louder each time.
And even though I''m in control, he''s moving with me, rocking my hips over him, biting me with his grip.
"That''s it,” he says.
"Fuck yes, just like that.” I''m dancing over him, taking in his fullness along with the friction from his
fingers, and I''m in that ce again.
The one that''s causing a build.
"Yes!"
I wrap my arms around him, bending my knees to get more bounce.
"Easton!"
"Fuck me, Harper.Ride my fucking cock."
I suck in that order, holding it inside me as I take off, using a speed that I didn''t have before.
But with ites a fire that''s erupting inside me, a heat that''s igniting through my body, spreading to
each of my limbs, burying in my navel, scorching my clit.
Easton circles his arm around me, squeezing my ass, and he starts to match my movements, rocking,
thrusting, shouting, "Milk it, Harper.
Fucking milk it.” And that''s when I lose myself again.
And when I feel and hear him lose it too.
"Fuck!"
He tightens his grip.
"Harper!"
The rushes all at once, pounding through me, setting me on this overwhelming path of sensations.
All I can do is hold on and ride it out, exhaling moan after moan.
But Easton''s not done.
His drives turn sharp, ending in deep, guttural explosions that tell me he''s feeling the exact same as
me.
The moment we''re both finally still, I press our bodies together and rest my face on his shoulder, filling
my lungs with air.
The pain I felt not too long ago is back and it''s burning my chest.
"I''m going to miss this.” "Miss this? When?"I sigh.
"When we both go to college.” He grabs my chin, aiming it up at him.
"Don''t say that."
"But how can I not, Easton?"
I take a breath and that hurts too.
"You''re the love of my life and soon—so soon—we''re going to be leaving.” To where, I don''t know.
We haven''t talked about that.
He could be headed north, I could be going south.
Not seeing each other again until Thanksgiving? Christmas? Oh God, I can''t even put my heart there.
"Hey ..."
His hands are cupping my face, his thumb rubbing across my lips.
"I don''t want you to worry.No matter what happens, it''s going to be all right."
It''s not that I don''t believe him.
I just don''t know how that can be true.
If we''re not together ...
nothing is all right.