Page 23 of Harbor in the Tempest

“It won’t be the last time I do either.” I reach over with my left hand to turn the burners off. The heat is going off in the kitchen but is about to erupt elsewhere. She brings out thoughts and feelings in me I thought were dead. She leans back and pushes her hips forward. “No. Not here.”

“Someday.” She smirks.

The devil she carries around speaks to me. “Hold on tight.”

She anchors her body to mine. I can feel her ankles lock around my back as I cup the globes of her luscious backside and lift her from the countertop. She arches her back, turning her head just enough so her hair falls away from her neck.

At the base of her hairline she has the tiniest of tattoos. It’s the outline of a heart with the pulse of a heartbeat running throughit. I run the tip of my tongue across it as we slowly walk across my apartment toward my bedroom. She purrs the whole way. It’s the best sounding engine I’ve ever heard.

I’m not this guy. I’ve been with three women ever. My prep school girlfriend, the woman I dated before I met Victoria, and then Victoria. All were my girlfriends, one I married. Dylan is driving me to do things I’ve never done, and I like it. More than that, I’m craving it.

“And there, and there….” Dylan mumbles.

“What?”

“Just making a mental list of all the surfaces we can attempt. In the chair.” She kisses the left side of my neck. “On the couch.” She kisses the right side of my neck. “Against the glass while the city watches.” I gently drop her shoulders to my bed. I expected the rest of her to follow, but her ankles remain hooked at my waist.

She smiles with her eyes, holding me in a trance. She engages her core and rolls her hips perfectly up and down my cock in waves. I flex my hand on the small of her back as my other hand digs into her thigh. Her hair drifts across the once smooth sheets to form a golden cloud across the heather gray.

Dylan folds her hands over the neckline of her sweater and pulls as her eyes close. She’s taking in the feeling for herself. Her motion is just as much for me as it is for her. Her sleek up and down motion morphs into slow counterclockwise circles. With each fraction I grow, the room in the confines of my pants gets smaller, but our connection goes deeper.

Even through the fabric, I can feel I’ve parted her. She gives me another slow purr. My hand slides under the hem of her sweater and grips over her hip. Her skin is warm and even a little damp. I groan my agreement and allow my head to slowly fall back.

Her grip around my back loosens ever so slightly. I lower my chin to catch her sliding her sweater off and over her head. Her breasts are small, round, and exquisite. Her nipples, hard and pebbled, are the perfect pink in the center. I want to taste them.

My keen interest has encouraged her into another gear. She switches directions and rotates clockwise with hard pulses at the top of each circle. I could stare at her forever. My eyes don’t leave where our clothed bodies are joined, while I shakily open each button of my shirt before tossing it to the floor.

She’s testing me and my resolve as a whole. I can feel every cord in my jaw and neck. The tension in my body is making my teeth grind like she is against me. Her circles become faster and smaller. She begins to pant. Each exchange of air is coming harder. She’s pushing herself to the edge.

I place the heel of my palm at her apex to halt her movement. If she’s going to come, I want to be fully involved. “Dylan,” I whisper. “Not yet.”

She opens her eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly turn up into a wicked smile. “You sure took long enough to stop me,” she breathes.

I open my belt, pulling on the buckle. It frees from the loops like a whip to the ground. “Wasthat a test?”

“Mmm hmmm. It was to see how hot I could get you and how close to the edge I could go. It will make falling over it so fucking amazing. It’s the best kind of foreplay.”

Taking a deep breath in, I let it go in one long exhale. “Fuck.”

“Talk to me, Goose. Tell me what and how you feel.”

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear all that. As far as how I feel, I’d like to show you.” I reach behind me to gently unhook her heels from my back. Dylan holds the tension in her legs, so they fall slowly bent. I unzip my pants and internally breathe a slight sigh of relief as the added room instantly gives me the space Ineed. She watches me, holding her legs wide, as she slides her heels up to the edge of the mattress.

Pushing my pants to the floor in pools at my feet, I step out one leg at a time, sliding them to the side with a flick of my toes. Starting with my hands cupped around her ankles, I draw my hands up the outside of her calves. They are toned and rock solid. I let the corner of my nail graze against her skin. I can feel a slight shiver rise and fall through her body.

As I reach her knee, I stop and give it a kiss, just to the inside. Dylan reaches up between her legs and runs her fingers up into the back of my head, twisting my hair around them. “Is this who Goose is or is it the man who pinned me against the pillar?” She gives my hair a gentle pull.

“This is who Elijah is.” I kiss the inside of her other thigh. “However, with you at the wheel, I have a feeling I could be steered in any direction.”

She smiles again. “Good to know… Elijah.” It’s the first time she’s said my name. Either she’s winding so tight or I’m willingly going there, but either way you look at it, I want her.

I slide my knee in between her legs as she lowers her left. She tugs at my hair, coaxing me toward her. I hover over her body. My body instantly recalls certain touches. Her knee at my hip, her hand over my shoulder blade. What’s new is how, as my weight presses against her, I feel a transfer of power.

I lower to my elbows. My upper body is planking above her. I reach down and take that perfect pink between my lips. Her hips begin to rotate beneath me. She guides my lips closer and deeper as she curves her arm in to create a new sense of fullness to her breast. It plumps against my cheek and I groan instantly.

Her quiet breaths begin to stutter. Each groan of pleasure I have is mirrored by a sigh from her. Before, she said she wanted to see how hot she could get me and how close to the edge shecould go without falling. I’m at that edge. I want her in ways I’ve never wanted anyone.

I pull up from her body. As I reach my knee again, I loop my index fingers into the sides of her boy shorts and tug them with me. They slide effortlessly down her skin. She points her toes in agreement. The arch of her feet is the same shape of her back.

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