Harry looked skeptical. “Are you sure she’s okay? Shouldn’t we take her to a hospital or something?”
“The physical therapist is sure to have checked her out as soon as she came off the stage. It doesn’t look like a break. It looks like a sprain. Which sucks, but we’ve all been there. Rest, ice, and elevation.” Willow ran her hands up her body and cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a little squeeze through her shirt. “Now, last I checked, you owed me an orgasm.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit, how are you so fucking hot?” His voice rasped in his throat and his eyes went dark and greedy. “Now be a good girl and take off your shirt so you can play with your nipples properly.”
Willow slowly drew her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Harry choked on his breath when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Maybe being small-chested had its perks, after all. She kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples, looking down to watch as she captured the rosy peaks and rolled them between her fingers. She sucked in a breath and looked at Harry who reached between his legs and squeezed his dick.
Holy fuck, now who’s being hot? she thought to herself.
“Are you turned on, baby?” he asked. “I bet you’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Take off your pants and show me.”
She did just that, then slipped her hand into her underwear. She slid her finger across her clit and let her eyes roll closed. She didn’t know how much longer she could wait to feel him inside her. It had been too long, and she ached for him.
“Now the panties.” She did as she was told and Harry tweaked her nipple as soon as she was in reach. Willow gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure. “That won’t do, you bad girl. You’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that, or do you need me to gag you again?”
A surge of desire weakened her knees, remembering the way his hand had clamped down on her mouth as he fucked her against the rail at his restaurant. “I don’t know if I can,” she said. “But I’ll try.”
“Good girl. Now lie down on the bed.” Harry watched as she climbed onto the mattress and stretched out on her back, opening her legs and circling her clit with her finger. His eyes dark with lust, he undressed himself, his cock springing free of his boxers. He twirled her panties on a finger as he strode toward the bed, his gaze roving her body.
“Look at you, teasing me like that. Spreading your legs for me.”
He kissed her chest and drew a nipple into his mouth. Teased her with his teeth and tongue until she arched her back and moaned against her closed lips.
“You’re not being quiet, Willow,” Harry said as he slid first one, then two fingers inside her, stroking her walls and rubbing the spot that made her lose her mind.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
Harry placed his free hand over her mouth while he worked his magic with his fingers, moving them in and out of her while she fought back gasping screams of pleasure.
Leaning forward, he nuzzled her ear. “I want to make you come with my mouth,” he whispered. “But I can’t do that with my hand keeping you quiet.”
He stopped the magic he was creating with his fingers and removed his hand from her mouth. Then balled up her panties and placed them at her lips, instructing her to bite down on them. When she complied with his order, he lowered his face between her legs, his tongue gently circling her clit, his fingers deep inside. And then, just as she was about to come, he introduced another finger into the mix—this one a little further back—just barely penetrating her bottom.
The surprise of it detonated an orgasm throughout her being, forcing her to bite down on the panties as her entire body clenched and spasmed while she whimpered into the fabric. Without waiting for her orgasm to subside, Harry positioned himself between her legs and entered her, the warmth of his bare skin blazing into her. As he moved, the orgasm that had already started crested into another—even larger one—and she lost herself with it.
Finally satiated.
Finally full.
Finally complete.
She turned her head and covered her face with an arm, still biting down on her panties, but needing another barrier because she was quickly losing control of any ability to be quiet. Harry flicked her arm away. “I need to see your face. Look at me.”
She met his eyes and watched as he finally came. Saw the pleasure on his face as he crossed over the edge. He held eye contact with her as he spent himself inside her. “Mine,” he whispered with a final shudder. “I claim you as mine.”
“Yours,” she whispered. Tears pricked at her eyes and then overwhelmed her. They poured down her cheeks, spilling onto the pillowcase. “I’m so yours. So irrevocably yours. It hurts not to be with you every day.”
Harry stretched out and pulled her into his arms, spooning her. “Like I’m missing part of myself,” he whispered.
She nodded and sobbed, clutching at him. “Like I’m missing part of myself.”
She paused, so overcome, so aware of her true feelings and the need to share them, and so afraid to say them out loud for fear she’d wish she never had. But she couldn’t keep it in one second longer.
“I’m so in love with you, Harry. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I’m lost for you. My heart has been in Bliss since I left.”
There was a moment of utter, terrifying silence.
Fear froze Willow’s blood and she had to force herself to breathe.
A new set of tears pushed against her eyes.
“That’s funny,” Harry said at last. “Because my heart’s been here in New York. With you.” He shifted and helped her turn over
