Page 87 of My Favorite Secret
Her gorgeous blue eyes watch me, fascinated by the pleasure she gives me while riding my cock. We find a rhythm, slow at first, teasing, until neither of us can stand it anymore.
Harper rides me in a desperate, unrelenting pace, just as she did when we fucked in the maze. Her forehead presses against mine and our breaths mingle as we draw each other closer to our peak.
“Tyler, I can’t hold off.”
“Then don’t fight it. Come on my cock, you perfect little thing.”
She moans my name, shuddering against me, her pussy pulsing with an orgasm. I follow right after, my dick jerking as I empty myself deep within her. We’re panting, sweating, and kissing each other.
Once we recover, she giggles softly. “I could do this all day, every day.”
So could I.
My fingers trace the beautiful planes of her body. The sight of her is magnificent, fresh from an orgasm. The light in her eyes is more vibrant than I’ve ever seen. Harper is buzzing with energy and filled with passion.
She’s learning to live again.
I know it’s not only because of me and Felix.
Keeping Harper secure on my lap, I reach a hand into the back seat, grabbing my duffel bag.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I open the bag.
“I have something for you.”
She sees my Zippo within the bag and grabs it. “Looking for this? My favorite.”
“No, actually.” I toss the lighter back in the bag, laughing with Harper as the two of us share a look filled with memories of her reaching an orgasm from the flame. “But we can definitely play with the lighter later.”
I unzip a side compartment and grab a small parcel. There’s still a part of me that’s nervous this gift will be insensitive, but Felix told me to trust my instincts.
Now, seeing Harper fall in love with dance again, this feels like the right time for the gift.
With a soft kiss on the lips, I place the package in her hands and murmur, “I had this made for you a few weeks ago when you were completely broken inside. I wanted togive you something that symbolized the bond you and your mother shared. But then you decided to quit ballet. I thought the gift may have been insensitive. So, I held on to it, searching for the right moment to give it to you. You’re glowing right now. This happiness I see in you isn’t just from me and Felix. You’re finding your love for ballet again. I hope this gift encourages you.”
Harper smiles curiously at the present then back up at me. “You’re nervous. I rarely see you like this.”
She unwraps the gift, finding a tiny pink box with gold embellishments. A wind-up lever juts from one side.
Her smile widens as she twists the lever. “A music box?”
As the lid lifts, a tiny ballerina springs to life, twirling slowly to the “Sleeping Beauty Waltz.”
“Oh, my gosh, Tyler.” Her eyes water but her smile never fades.
I swallow hard, my throat tight. “I know this song held a lot of meaning for you and your mom. You told me it’s the song that made you fall in love with ballet and that she sang it to you every night before bed when you were a child. I hope this music box will be a reminder of everything ballet means to you, and that your mom will always be in your heart.”
A single tear leaks down her cheek. “This is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. I love it. Thank you.”
I stroke her red hair, relieved. “I was worried the reminder of your mom might upset you.”
“Not at all. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She kisses me. Her lips are tender and filled with love.
More tears trickle down her face. I brush them away with my thumb and hold her close. “You okay, baby?”
“More than okay.” Her hips rock gently against mine,signaling she wants to give herself to me again. She’s still naked on my lap. I’m still inside her. Still hard.
