Chapter 123: Special
** Eli **
Sweet fucking hell, Harper moaned as he emptied himself into her mouth, sealing her lips tight around him as if reluctant to miss a single drop.
Eli had always known how different it was to be with her. He had always known the magic of her touch, the impossible ease with which she brought out the hardest climaxes in him every time. But as this one tore through his body, so fierce in its intensity that it blinded his vision and turned the whole world to a hot flash of blazing white, he realized he had underestimated her once again. Their previous ventures were nothing compared to this pure bliss ... in both the body and the soul.
His mind was afloat, drifting halfway between reality and paradise. He forced his eyes to open — which proved to be a difficult task with his entire body weak from the paralyzing pleasure — and when his vision managed to focus, he saw Harper looking up at him too. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her lips still wrapped around his not yet softened cock.
This image of her was so utterly different from the sweet, innocent girl he had always known her to be. But from now on, it would be the new image he’d remember her by, the sexy, bold version of her that was no less beautiful and all the more breathtaking. Because this was the version who wanted him ... who he wanted madly in return.
"Come here," he rasped, stroking her moist lips with his thumb as she let him slip out of her mouth. If he had enough strength left, he would’ve pulled her up into a bruising kiss, but with waves of residual tremors still pulsating hard through every one of his muscles, he didn’t dare try. All he wanted to do was to be blessed with her closeness and bury his face against her, letting his body ride out the aftershocks in her arms.
She did bless him with exactly that. Shuffling up along his legs, she nestled herself between him and the back of the sofa, and she gasped out a surprised chuckle when he planted his face in the valley between her breasts with a deep inhale.
"I’m afraid to wake up and realize this is a dream." His words were muffled against her skin.
He meant what he said, both for that moment of ecstasy and this current moment of quiet, peaceful embrace. For him, cuddling was a show of too much affection, a thing done between real couples that he rarely had either the opportunity or desire to do. But now, he couldn’t imagine anything more heavenly than lying limp in Harper’s arms, surrounded by nothing but her warmth, her scent, and the sound of both of their heartbeats.
She chuckled again at his silly admittance. "What should we do before you wake up then, to take the maximum advantage of your dream?" she teased. "Should I call the concierge to bring a box of condoms so you can keep getting lucky?"