Page 119 of Unmasking Love
Harper rolls over so I climb back into bed.
“Hey you, how are you feeling?” She asks, her voice still heavy with sleep.
“I’m feeling so much better. Thank you.” I kiss her head and settle in. She curls into me and places her hand over my heart.
It’s the only spot on the coat of arms tattoo that hasn’t been filled in yet. I have a pond on my right pec, a goalie stick down the middle with net details behind it. Then under the pond are the logos of the teams I’ve been on over the years.
It started with the hockey stick but then as I went in to get more details added the tattoo artist showed me a sketch of a shield. He said he had worked on it for fun after I left. Together we added different details to the design and I’ve been going back to see him when I visit home. He keeps asking if I want a tattoo anywhere else and I say no.
Thereason I started this was to mask my scar. Take the attention away from my physical wound and turn it into something impressive. Something worthy of attention.
But every time he sketched something for the quadrant right over my heart I couldn’t follow through. None of the animals felt right. None of the words. No to the compass. The candle.
As Harper’s hand rests there I realize I could never commit to a design because I needed to leave it open for her.
My heart is in her hands.
Fucking might be dehydrating but what about making love?
Harper's eyes are closed but I slowly caress her shoulder and she hums. My fingertips travel the path of her curves. Down her shoulder and back, up along her forearm. Dancing lightly to her breast, over her dusky nipple that gets firmer with each pass. She squirms closer to me and so I extend my circle.
Down her shoulder, her back, her ass, her hip, her arm, her breasts. Slowly transitioning from just my fingertips to my entire palm. Her breathing picks up and there’s no way she’s still sleeping but her eyes have remained closed.
I roll her back and continue the circles but on both sides of her body. Up over her shoulders, down her sides, circle her hips and then push up her abdomen to her tits. I grasp them this time and knead. Harper responds by arching her back and her core drags across my thigh.
She’s soaked.
“My pretty little Harper,” I say as I rub my thigh against her, delivering the friction I know she craves. “Where should I start tonight?”
“You’ve already started,” she whispers as her hands travel up my biceps.
Her eyes are still closed but I want to watch her as we climb and fall together. I want her to watch me. I reach up and cradle her head in my hand before lowering down for a gentle, feather light kiss.
Shewhines when I pull away and I smirk.
Harper wants me as much as I want her.
“Eyes open Harp,” I tell her and her brown eyes fly open and latch onto mine. I notch myself at her entrance and start to push in. Her hips curl up to meet mine and I watch her fight the urge to roll her eyes backwards as I fill her.
“Aiden, yes, you feel so good.” She says breathlessly as her hands skate down my spine. I begin thrusting when I can’t take simply being inside her any longer and with each pump the words I know she isn’t ready to hear climb closer to the surface.
I hook one of her legs over my arm and drive my point into her without saying a word.
I fall to an elbow and press kisses to her collarbone without a sound.
I press tight circles on her clit and listen to her squeaks without opening my mouth.
If I do, I'll say it.
I love you.
This is more than fucking, I am making love with you.
You’re my heart, Harper Daniels. In the few months I’ve known you I have felt more like myself than I have in years. I have felt confident, comfortable, and like I belong.
My hips buck wildly as this track plays in my head, only for me.
Someday I’ll tell her. I’ll share that coming home to her after my day and talking about things besides hockey makes me a better player. It allows me to relax. Soon I’ll tell her that I want to build a life with her. That I want her to rely on me as much as I rely on her.
