Page 93 of When You Blush
“If you’re talking this much, I’m not doing my job, baby.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “I guess you’d better get to work.”
“I fucking love your sassy mouth.” I bite that lower lip, then soothe it with my tongue as I start to move faster and just a little harder. This isn’t a fast fuck at all, but I needed to increase the speed just a little.
I boost up to my knees and grip her hips, pulling her onto me with every thrust.
And then, I press my hand to her lower abdomen, and feel every inch of my cock as it moves inside her.
“Christ, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her legs tense around me, and I can feel her walls start to flutter. Nothing in the world feels this good.
“That’s it, Harper. Come for me. You take my cock so well. I want you to come all over it.”
She arches her back, and I watch as her pussy clenches around my cock, and the orgasm moves through her. I don’t stop moving. I want to prolong this orgasm for as long as fucking possible.
“Blake! Oh, fuck me.”
“I am, baby.” I grin down at her as she smiles at that, and then my girl reaches up for me, and I lower myself over her again, licking inside her mouth, and my orgasm pulses through me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan as I come, splashing inside her, moving through the orgasm until we’re both heaving and messy, and I’m pretty sure we need to hydrate.
I press my lips to her shoulder, trying to catch my breath, and her hands dance up and down my back, over my ribs and spine.
“I love you so much, Harper.”
Her hands still. Her entire body tightens.
And I don’t like that at all.
“Relax, I’m not proposing,” I tell her, but that doesn’t help her. “Okay, talk to me, sugar.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Her voice shakes, and I push up onto my elbows so I can see her. “Because Idocare about you more than anyone else in my life.”
She swallows hard and looks like she might cry.
“Whoa, baby. Take a breath.” I inhale, and she follows suit. “That wasn’t supposed to give you a panic attack.”
“I’m not good at words,” she says softly. Her hands start to move against me once more, and I take that as a good sign. “Even when I’m on the same page. Which is so not fair to you.”
She’s not running away.
“You don’t have to say anything at all.”
“I’ve never said those words to anyone in my life, ever.” She blinks as if she’s just realizing that, and I wrap her in my arms and turn us onto our sides so we can talk.
How the fuck is that possible?
“Tell me about that.”
Her eyes look so fucking sad, it shreds my heart.
“I know you have people in your life who love you, Harper. I’ve seen it. The Hendrix family is crazy about you.”
“I know.” She nods on the pillow and brushes her fingers down my pecs. “And it’s not that Idon’tl-love them.” I hate that she had to stutter through that word. “I do. I’d do anything for them at the drop of a hat. It’s just that I can’t say it back. Whenever they tell me that, I reply withyeah, yeah, love, blah, blah.”
I’ve heard her say that before.
