Page 73 of Texts From My Exes
“Do you want to be kidnapped?” Came Harper’s sleepy voice.
I smiled straight ahead. “What does it entail? This kidnapping?”
Harper slid into my lap like she’d been waiting for the cue, her fingers tracing down my chest, lower, teasing the waistband of my pants.
“Mmm.” She hummed like she was already satisfied, but her eyes were wicked. Her hand dipped just a little lower, brushing against bare skin. “A bit of exploring.”
“Yeah?” My voice came out strangled as her fingers ghosted closer to my cock. “Exploring, huh?”
“I like to…explore.” She gripped me with one hand, tight enough to nearly send me off the chair, then retreated just as fast.
“No—no, come back!”
“Should I keep going?” she asked sweetly, like she didn’t already know the answer.
“Never stop.” I grabbed her wrist, desperate. “You’re on the USSEnterprise,exploring worlds never explored before. Do it for mankind, Harper. They need you.”
Her laugh was a low, dangerous sound. She slid off my lap and around the chair, dropping to her knees in front of me.
Shit. That was a sight.
I’d never been more turned on in my life than seeing Harper kneeling there, eyes heavy, lips still swollen from my kisses.
“I can’t let my captain down,” she murmured, fingers skimming up my thighs.
Yeah he wasn’t going down in a very, very long time.
I groaned. “I never thoughtStar Trekdirty play was going to be my kink, but here we are.”
Her smirk could’ve brought galaxies to their knees. “I’ll dress up next time. Ears, uniform, the whole thing.”
“Next time,” I rasped, already half undone, “you’re not getting out of the captain’s chair.”
The next ten minutes was a blur of her mouth on mine, her fingers gripping at me, toying with me, and then I couldn’t take it. I needed to be inside her, as much as I wanted her tasting me, I needed more.
“Don’t fight it.” I picked her up and walked back to the room, this time taking my time as I kissed down every inch of her body before positioning myself above her, gripping the headboard, entering her in slow fluid thrusts, my free hand moved between us so I could get her off at the same time.
She bucked against me, her eyes blurred with tears. “I like you undone.” She closed her eyes, a tear sliding down one perfect cheek. “You were right.” She whimpered. “You are perfect.”
“Glad you finally noticed.”
“I always have I was just too afraid to say it out loud.” She clung to my biceps as I switched positions deepening my thrusts causing her to sit up and wrap her arms around me. We stayed like that meeting thrust for thrust, not talking, just existing. And it was everything I wanted us to be.
It was needed after my minor, okay major, freak out. We both found our release like it was the most natural thing in the world, both of us in bed together.
We ended up sprawled across her bed in a tangle of limbs, too exhausted to move. She flipped around so her feet were by my head, her hair tickling my stomach as she giggled.
“Not very dignified for your first officer,” she murmured.
“Correction,” I said, catching her ankle and rubbing lazy circles into her arch. “Captain. Always the captain.”
She snorted into her pillow.
We both went quiet then, staring up at the ceiling, the silence stretching out heavy and fragile.
“Promise me when we wake up,” she whispered, her voice as delicate as the soft demand. “It’ll still be like this.”
I stared at the ceiling, the words almost too much. “I promise.”
