Page 89 of Reaper

“Go get him, girl.”

“Thanks, Wrath.”

I start looking for him in church. That’s where he said he would be. The door is locked, and he doesn’t answer.

Making my way to the main room, I see Jacob.

“You see Reaper?” I ask him.

“Headed back to your room a bit ago.”

I nod, taking off down the hall.

I expected him to be in bed or something, but when I open the door, he’s not there.

I can hear heavy breathing coming from the bathroom.

My stomach tightens. Could Wrath have been wrong? Is he with a sweetbutt?

Unable to stop myself, I open the door.

What I find instead is Harrison standing in the bathroom, my sundress wrapped in his fist as he grunts. Then I see it. Rope after rope of white creamy cum covering my dress.

His face looks pained as he moans. When his dick finally stops twitching, he wipes it off, throwing my dress in the hamper.

“Natalie, this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh so you’re not jerking off into my dress?” I ask, leaning against the doorjamb.

He looks a little ashamed as he rubs his hand across his head. “Well, okay it is exactly what it looks like.”

“Fuck me,” I demand.

He freezes, his eyes meeting mine.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I get that you’re trying to go at my pace. You think I need slow, but I don’t. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while. I’m getting better each day. I’m not saying I won’t have my moments, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop living so I want you to fuck me.”

“We don’t have to go so fast. We have all the time in the world.”

“Dammit, Harrison, would you listen to me? I want to have sex with you. Right now. I mean, if you can have sex again. What’s the recovery period for men?”

He growls and then charges me. I gasp as he lifts me, walking until we are at the bed.

“Is this what you really want?” he asks.

I nod.

He slowly sets me on my feet before stripping me until I’m standing in front of him naked.

Then he moves toward his drawer and pulls out a condom.

“Lie on the bed. I’m going to warm you up then I’m going to make you feel good. Okay?”

I nod, doing as he asks.

He doesn’t rush things. I wouldn’t expect him to. Harrison has the patience of a saint. Instead, he starts by kissing my lips. Then he kisses each eye. Then my nose and cheeks. He keeps kissing, blazing a path back to my ears and then down to my neck. When he finally reaches my breasts, they are aching for him. I let out a sigh of relief that turns into a moan when he finally sucks a nipple into his mouth, kneading it with his teeth and tongue. Then he moves to the next breast, giving it equal attention.

---