After

Chapter 89.

Hardin's hand moves to the back of my neck in a desperate attempt to be closer to me as we kiss. I can feel all of his anger and frustration being transferred into lust and affection, his mouth is hungry and his kisses sloppy as he walks backwards with our lips still attached. He guides me with one hand on my hip and behind my head, I trip over his feet and stumble just as his legs reach the end of his bed causing both of us to fall back onto the bed. In an attempt to take control from him, I straddle his torso and pull my sweatshirt and tank top over my head at the same time, leaving me in my lacey bra. His eyes widen and he tries to pull me down to kiss him but I have other plans. Reaching behind my back my rushed fingers find my bra clasp and I unsnap it before pulling the straps down my shoulders and letting the fabric hit the bed behind me. Hardin's hands are warm as he reaches up and cups my chest in his large palms, kneading them roughly. I grip his wrists and remove his hands from my skin and shake my head. His head tilts in confusion before I climb down his body and unbutton his pants. He helps me tug them down to his knees along with his boxers. My fingers immediately grip around his length, he gasps and when I look at his face his eyes are closed. I pump slowly before dipping down and bravely taking him into my mouth. I try to remember his instructions from last time and repeat the things that I know he liked.

"Fuck..Tessa. " He pants and wraps his hands into my hair. This is the longest he has been silent during any sexual experience we have shared and I realize much to my own amusement that I missed his dirty words.

I move my body while continuing to please him so that I am in between his knees as he sits up and watches me.

"You look so sexy like this, with that smart mouth of yours wrapped around me." He says and grips my hair harder.

I feel the heat gathering between my legs and move my head faster, wanting to hear him moan my name again. He lifts his hips slightly off of the bed pushing himself down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I can barely breath but hearing my name fall from his lips repeatedly makes it that much better. Seconds later, he removes his hands from my hair and cups my face, stopping me from moving further. The metallic scent of his bloody knuckles hits my nose but I ignore the reflex to pull away.

"I'm going to come.." He tells me. "So if there is anything else you.. you know want to do then you should stop blowing me." Oh.

I don't want to speak, to give away how desperate I am to have him make love to me, so I stand up and slide my jeans down my legs and step out of them. When I begin to remove my panties Hardin's hand reaches out and stops me.

"I want you to leave these on.. for now." He coos. I nod and gulp. Anticipation consuming me.

"Come here." He gestures and pulls his shirt over his head. He scoots to the edge of the bed and pulls me onto him.

Our feverish exchange in the beginning has slowed and the tension between us has significantly decreased. His chest is flushed and his eyes are wild. The feeling of sitting on his lap while he is completely naked and ready.. and I am only dressed in panties is exquisite. He holds the small of my back with one hand, the length of his outstretched hand firmly holds me in place and his lips meet mine once again.

"I love you." He whispers into my mouth as his fingers move my panties to the side.

"I ..love you.." I gasp at the immediate pleasure of the intrusion.

He moves his fingers slowly, too slowly and I instinctively rock back and forth to create a faster pace.

"That's it baby..fuck.. You're always so ready for me." He groans and I continue to rock against his hand. My breathing and moans accelerate, it still surprises me how quickly my body responds to Hardin. He knows every little thing to do and say.