Page 37 of The Best Man: Unfinished Business

And then, wrapping his hands around her buttocks and squeezing, he pulled her to him quickly, delivering a sudden shock of warmth, between her legs, right on her most sensitive point.

Jordan snapped her head forward to look down at Harper, to watch him looking up at her with his mouth on her now.

Oh my God… She let her head roll back to rest on her shoulders, shaking slightly with the effort of holding on to the back of the sofa.

She loved the flicking of his tongue, its texture and muscular dexterity, the hot moist air of his breath on her as he tickled her so lightly and sucked so gently it made her wonder how he’d figured this out about her body so quickly.

It was exactly right and it drove her crazy, sending waves of pleasure all the way up into her jaw.

She wanted to be taken, now, now Harper …

but she was no longer in control and he let her know.

He pulled away, looking at her with sly intensity, with mischief, examining where he’d been.

Taking his time to look at it, then meet her eyes, to tease her slowly with his fingers again.

“Wh-what…are you…do—” she barely managed to whisper, just before he returned his face to burrow between her legs and continued his warm stimulation and circular motions.

Another moan escaped her, and forgetting about her balance, with one hand she laid her fingers on the back of his head.

Too tentatively, because he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand to wrap firmly around the back of his neck, signaling, Push me in deeper, Jordan.

Hold me in place. He wanted to be there.

He let her know. He wanted to taste her.

He wanted her to lose control. The orgasm began to build within her.

The intensity of Harper’s stimulation, the excitement of finally, the smells of her own musk, coupled with the sounds of suction and her own moans of desire at Harper’s intense application of those lips that she’d finally kissed as deeply as she wanted, she let her hips rock toward him, her ass against the hard edge of the sofa, sliding back and forth, back and forth, digging her heel into the contours of his back.

The intensity of his movements grew, the sliding in and out of his fingers, the swirls and suction of his warm mouth against her, the grazing of his teeth, the tip of his tongue in places she thought he wouldn’t go.

“Oh my Gaa—Harpe—It feels so good, please don’t stop,” she managed to whisper with what breath she could spare.

Her orgasm was mounting, steadily, steadily, taking her higher and higher, her body opening, rolling and rocking forward into him, and higher until she had no choice but to let go and release it all, her hips thrust into the air with violence and convulsions one wave after another, after another, and again.

“Yes…” she managed to say. “Yes!” she cried out.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she prayed, asking for even more. Please don’t let this ever be over …

When he stood up again, and their eyes met, it seemed only inevitable that they would start all over, kissing, slowly again, lazily, with lust and exploration.

And it occurred to Jordan that Harper, breathing heavily, was still very hard, very erect, and pressed against her, set right against her still-wet opening.

Exploring him, his smooth ebony skin, much more muscular and filled out now than she’d ever known him to be—a full-on man—she realized that she did not know him at all, not this way.

This way, aroused like this, delivering pleasure like this, she could not take anything that she’d ever learned about him for granted.

She did not know this version of him. He was new to her, different and unpredictable.

She was in the arms of a stranger now, with no idea what he’d do to her or with her next.

The realization made her even wetter, turned on by the idea of being so far out of control, of being turned loose in this place of the unknown, of fucking a stranger who loved her and who she loved, of being lost in kissing and everything physical that wasn’t taking place at all in her head, not at all.

“I want it…Harper, I want…” was all she managed to say.

She felt her legs being lifted, the penetration of her lower lips as Harper entered her, picking her body up with ease from the edge of the sofa and sliding her onto him, and then slowly back and forth as he made room for himself inside her.

“So…good…” she managed to say, carried on one of her moans.

It felt so perfect, so tight, so much of a stretch, Harper made a custom fit.

Shit…shit…shit, she’d forgotten to mention protection.

But, truthfully, she didn’t want it. Not with Harper, not now.

She wanted to feel every part of him, to make it matter, to put everything on the line.

Because that’s what it was now. It was everything. She was going to give him everything.

His manhood continued to fill her as he rocked his way inside her, thrusting, pumping, deeper and deeper.

She held on to his sinewy shoulders as her fingers slipped across the sweat gathering on his skin.

She loved hearing her name between his heavy breaths.

As the thick air of passion swirled, Harper’s voice penetrated her moaning.

“Where’s the bedroom?” He tightened his grip on her, holding under her knees, which were tightly set against him.

They were fully connected and she started to bring her legs down to show the way.

But he pulled her in tighter and met her eyes directly.

“Just point.” His voice was masculine and firm, deliberate.

Primal, not the erudite intellectual. A man, a lover, her lover.

Jordan raised an arm to point, sliding wet strands of her hair off her glistening shoulder.

He swung them around as directed and carried her with careful measured steps all the way across the threshold.

The bedroom was illuminated by only moonlight and a sprinkle of lights from the Malibu mountains through the large window.

Harper and Jordan, Jordan and Harper, connected as one entity, him inside her, her wrapped around him, moved to the bed in the center of the room.

He laid her down on the soft comforter. For just one second, he left her, and she felt empty at the separation.

As he stood up, she saw the moonlight reflect off the ridges and contours of his body, the defined muscles of his arms, the taut curves of his ass, his thighs and the power they seemed capable of delivering.

He was carnal, and so was Jordan. There was no need for thinking, no need for conversation. She just wanted him back.

“Put it back in,” she said. And his face responded as if he’d found his true purpose.

As quickly as a moment, he was back, the warmth of him on top of her, the hardness of him against her, pressing against her opening, pushing forward and making a way into her.

He was taking his time again, but she didn’t need that, not now.

She was already open. She brought her hands down around his ass and pushed him in, pulling him close to her, closer and closer, and he began to move again, in and out.

“Har…perrr…” She whispered his name into his ear again and again, losing herself in the perfection of it, the feeling as he filled her, leaving no room for anything but love, overwhelming love.

“Oh my God, Harper. I love it,” Jordan declared.

“I want you to love it,” Harper said between breaths.

“Yes, yes. I love it. I love it. I love it.” Jordan lost herself in being able to express everything, to show everything, to feel everything.

She couldn’t stop. “I love…I love…I love you. I love you, Harper. I love you. ” Jordan felt sweat dripping down her face and could barely hold back what felt like a scream in her chest. She’d said it, she’d actually said what had been built up for so long.

Right away, Harper responded, voice deep in his chest. “Jordan…I love you, baby,” he declared breathlessly.

“I love you so much, Jordan. I love you sooo much.” His words were without hesitation, pouring out of him, sounding pure and as care-fucking-free as hers were.

Jordan felt every word, every thrust, every kiss, every element of intonation Harper expressed.

Harper heaved harder, his hips swirled deeper and longer.

Jordan’s pelvis met his rhythmically. This level of intimacy, the built-up anticipation that had led to it, and the love wrapped into the ribbons of pleasure between them had reached a peak, overwhelming in its magic and meaning for Jordan.

It was too much, more than she’d ever hoped for.

And then, as the convulsions started to build within her, she felt another orgasm mounting, this time deeper in her core.

She knew it would rip her to shreds and send her into pieces.

She was going to have to let go, to let her hips rock and buck against him as his pacing began to increase.

The deepening of his thrusting, the quickened pacing, the thickening of his shaft, she felt the signs that he was close also.

She knew that he would release soon, and there would be no barrier between them, that she would receive all of him.

After so long, after so so long, and so so much that had kept them apart, she wanted it all.

“Jordan, I’m coming, baby…” Harper managed to say through heavy breaths. He was close—if she wanted him to pull out she would have to tell him. It would need to be now, Jordan, her mind warned.

“Do it,” her mouth whispered. “Come for me, baby…please…come…come for me…” she pleaded.

She did want it. She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him.

As her body began its own convulsions, she squeezed around him, moaning, gasping, calling to him.

It didn’t matter what happened next. He could do anything he wanted; she was prepared for anything.

Harper yanked his hips back, leaned back on crouched knees, and released with an extended staccato growl.

“Yes, baby, yes, let it all go,” Jordan encouraged him, sitting up.

He was stiff and breathless. She grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, grasping him tightly to quickly close the gap between them.

She guided his still convulsing body to her bed.

Their bodies came together, hot, breathless, sticky.

And perfect. Behind Jordan’s closed eyes, the room opened to the sky and the stars and the moon and the ocean outside.

All at once was she floating, floating high above them, seeing them together, on the bed, two brown bodies holding each other tightly, so tightly, as if they’d never letgo.

And it was then that Jordan took her last breath as herself. And breathed the next as someone different, someone who wasn’t just her own anymore, but now more of Harper’s and from that she knew there’d be no going back.