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Winter – late January – Year Two
The messages started almost as soon as Harvey stepped out of the house that morning. He walked briskly into town, bundled up against the winter cold. Truth was he welcomed the fresh air, having had no time for his usual cup of coffee before he left.
He’d been otherwise occupied.
His phone buzzed in his coat pocket as he passed the bus stop.
‘I miss you already.’
He smiled to himself, a swell in his chest. He missed her too. Only nine hours until he would see her again. He sighed contentedly, typing his reply. Before he could finish, another message came in. It was a picture.
Lyra, smiling at him from their bed, the red flames of her hair flickering across the pillow, her freckled shoulders nestled against white sheets.
‘This bed feels so cold and empty when you’re not here.’
His brain sparked at the thought of her, lying naked, just as he’d left her not long ago.
That morning, he’d woken up to see her looking so completely delicious, he was unable to resist her. He’d pulled her close, his hands around her waist, placing gentle kisses on her neck, enjoying her smile, relishing her giggles as her roused her.
Then, peeling off her t-shirt and shorts, he’d moved down her body, his lips blazing a trail of fire across her soft skin. His fingertips forged a new path, ghosting over her inner thighs, spreading her open, as he teased her clit with his tongue, delving into her slick folds, pleasuring her tantalisingly slowly until she came so hard she could barely breathe, his for the taking.
They had been consumed by each other, distracted, insatiable; hardly typical behaviour for a weekday morning and yet, not so surprising. He always found her delightfully tempting.
However, time was not on his side. She had worked her way down his body, grazing her fingernails through his chest hair, gently scraping her teeth over his nipples as he moaned quietly. His body tense and trembling with need, he’d carefully weaved his fingertips into her hair so that he could watch as she wrapped her perfect lips around his flushed and throbbing cock.
What he longed for never came, a fleeting glance at the clock alerting him to the time, forced to dash into the shower to get ready for work. Leaving Lyra in bed, flawlessly radiant in her post-orgasm glow, he’d rushed from the house, feeling more than a little tense, to say the least.
His smile grew wider upon seeing the picture and he quickly typed his reply. ‘I miss you too, sweetheart. I’ll be home to warm you up before you know it.’
Feeling pleased with his flirtatious response, he arrived at the clinic, immediately heading for the coffee machine before his first patient walked in the door.
Sometime later, Harvey heard the familiar buzz of his phone as he sat at his desk, initial appointment concluded. Another message from Lyra. Another picture. Her phone held at arm’s length, he viewed her body from above. He saw the curve of her breasts, perfect soft skin of her stomach, bed sheets draped around her hips. A wave of heat bloomed across his face, rolling down his throat.
‘Harvey, I’m so lonely without you. I can’t stop thinking about you.’
The idea that she was thinking of him caused a flicker of desire to flare deep within, made his heart throb. He imagined pulling her beautiful body against his, his cock hard between her thighs as he placed soft kisses on her neck. His hands would roam over her, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until she pushed back against him, so wet he would just slide into her.
He drew in a deep breath. He wanted to let her know exactly what he was thinking about, but something stopped him, unsure of how she might respond, not confident that the tone of his message would convey anything other than his boundless love for her.
‘You are stunning. Thank you for the picture, love.’
She replied immediately. ‘I’ve just been lying in bed, thinking about what I’m going to do to you later. I’m going to be so good to you. I was so sad that you had to leave this morning… unsatisfied.’
He swallowed, his throat suddenly parched. Coughing, he looked around the room, an action which caused him to drop his head to his hands with a soft laugh. Of course he was alone, he was in his office. Shaking his head lightly, he smiled as he typed.
‘I’m counting down the hours.’
He heard the bell in the waiting room, signalling the arrival of his next appointment. He sighed longingly, placing his phone face down on the desk.
The appointment took much longer than he anticipated. Sitting back in his office, breathing shallow, he tentatively reached for his phone, his eyes focused intently on the device, his stomach in knots. Four messages. His lips curled to a smile.
‘I need you so badly right now. I can’t wait to feel your perfect hands on me.’
He let out a long slow breath, a pulse of arousal rippling through his body. He wanted that too, allowing his mind to drift. He loved nothing more than to touch her, exploring her body, pulling her into his lap as they sat on the couch, kissing her deeply as she rode his fingers. He shifted in his chair, feeling the stirrings of an erection. He read the next messages.
‘Honestly, it’s not fair that I’m home alone, when you could be here, doing filthy things to me.’
‘Until then, I’ll have to occupy myself.’
She was such a tease. He loved her for it. Opening the final message, a photo, he raised his eyebrows, his cock twitching slightly.
She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, her naked body surrounded by clouds of steam, her reflection still visible through the fog that had clung to the glass. It left just enough to the imagination. Something he no longer needed to rely on.
His mind wandered to thoughts of her in the shower, droplets of water trickling down her body as she leaned against the cool tiles, fingers circling her clit until she came. He moaned softly, eyes closed, thinking of the times he’d watched, her face flushed, breathing heavily as she moaned his name, those intoxicating eyes looking back at him with burning lust.
Harvey wrenched his glasses from his face, tossing them carefully onto his desk, thinking of how he would press her against the wall of the shower, his fingertips smoothing over her curves, lifting her leg over his hip, burying himself deep inside her. He’d fuck her slowly until she shuddered with pleasure, her knees buckling, clinging to him, giggling as he kissed her.
He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Not just because he’d been torn from her passionate embrace that morning, but every day. He was captivated. Replacing his glasses, he once more repositioned himself in his chair, his erection now straining against the zipper of his pants. He cursed under his breath, laughing quietly as he picked up his phone.
‘Having fun, sweetheart?’ He waited, drumming his fingertips on the desk, one leg bouncing restlessly.
‘Yes.’
He grinned, replying quickly. ‘What are you playing at?’
‘I just miss you, that’s all.’
He sat up straight, a smirk on his face. ‘You are a tease.’
‘Come home to me, handsome’
‘I can’t wait to hear you moaning my name when I make you come.’
He typed. ‘I think you’re trying to give me a heart attack.’
‘Honey, I love you. Please come home soon. I want you.’
He could almost picture the playful pout on her face, and for the longest half-second he’d ever felt, Harvey considered cancelling his appointments. He rejected the idea. ‘Dr Harvey Dalton is unavailable because he wants to go home and fuck his fiancée.’ probably wasn’t an appropriate excuse.
He sighed, his body electric with anticipation. ‘I’ll come soon, love.’
Her reply was immediate. ‘Doctor, I guarantee it.’
He stood up from his desk, adjusting himself, before throwing open the door to his office. With a deep breath, he began pacing the exam room, reciting medical mnemonics, running a hand through his hair.
‘He runs up cold mountains panting… humerus, radius, ulna, carpal bones, metacarpal bones, phalanges…’ He chuckled, taking in a deep breath before blowing out all the air in his lungs. ‘Ulna, radius, humerus… ultra red hair… usually really hard…’
‘God… Lyra…’ He paused in the centre of the room, intertwining his fingers, resting his hands on the top of his head, tapping his foot. He screwed his eyes shut until he saw spots dancing in his vision. Drawing in a deep, soothing breath, he composed himself and headed for the waiting room.
Harvey worked through lunch, a quick snack and another coffee collected from the Saloon. He needed to focus; appointments lined up for the rest of the day. Yet, he found himself thinking about her so much he could hardly do his work. He’d write a note, the fluid motion of his pen slowing as his mind drifted. Throwing his pen on the desk, he told himself to snap out of it.
Time passed, another patient, another task to complete before he could see her. He looked at the clock. He’d be home soon enough. Three hours until he could undress her and take her to bed. Three hours until he could get his hands on her beautiful body. Three hours until he could… He groaned quietly, running his hand over the back of his neck as he heard the bell.
The door closed behind the patient. Sitting at the front desk, he glanced at his phone, wondering if there would be a message waiting for him. She’d been quiet for a while. He pictured her sitting cross-legged on the couch, laptop on her knee, planning for the Spring, maybe even making final preparations for their wedding and honeymoon. Maybe her game had ended.
The small, disappointed feeling that swirled in his stomach dissipated quickly. He should have known better.
‘Do you still miss me, baby?’
He smiled, replying right away. ‘I miss you desperately, love.’ He paused before a spark of mischief ignited within. ‘I loved those messages you sent me.’ He held his breath, imagining her provocative giggle.
‘You like those, handsome?’
‘I like you.’ He hit send and then rolled his eyes, wishing he could have sent a more flirtatious response. Before he could add more, his phone vibrated.
‘Tell me what you want to do to me when you get home.’
His brain ground to a halt. He wanted many things after being so distracted by her.
To bend her over the kitchen table, fingertips skating down her back, digging into her hips as he fucked her.
To lay on their bed, hands smoothing around her waist, gently guiding her down onto his waiting lips, listening to her moans as he tasted her, made her come with his tongue.
To have her finish what she started that morning, holding back her hair, watching as she sucked his cock.
He inhaled deeply. ‘I want to get my hands on you, my beautiful Lyra.’
No, he could do better than that. ‘To make you feel good, sweetheart.’
A rush of heat descended through his body. He began to type. ‘I want to…’
The front door opened for his final appointment. He quickly put down his phone, clearing his throat, feeling his face warming, remaining in his seat for just a few more moments as their neighbour approached the counter.
A short time later, Harvey closed the door to his office and began hastily scribbling final thoughts into the patient’s file. His phone buzzed, the black rectangle face down on his desk. His mind slowed as he glanced over, his swift pen strokes coming to an abrupt halt halfway through a word. He swallowed thickly. He had to admit, he’d been hoping for this.
A picture. Pretty floral fabric that reminded him of one of her sundresses, buttons unfastened, garment open to her navel, the soft lines of her cleavage exposed, a fingertip with glossy pink fingernail pointing to the space between her breasts. His cock jerked.
‘Tell me what you want to do right here.’
His mouth watered. He blinked, trying to think of an appropriate response, something loving and gentle, something sweet. His phone vibrated in his hand. He grasped the device tightly, his stomach tensing.
‘Don’t be shy, handsome’
He knew very well what he wanted to do, his mind wandering as he stared down at the phone in his hands, his laser focus on her pale skin, the slope of her breasts.
Something they’d done before. He would climb over her on their bed, tracing his lips across her nipples, taking the sensitive peaks into his mouth, kissing and sucking until her breasts became flushed from his attentions. He would massage them, squeezing gently, feeling their delectable weight, nipples hardening against his palm, as she whimpered beneath him. And then…
God, he wanted his mouth on her, to taste her, to touch her, to fuck her until all she could think of was him, all she could say was his name. His heart pounded, the deep thudding pulsating through his limbs.
‘I want to bury my face there.’ He pressed send, his hands shaking lightly.
‘And then…?’
She was trouble. Fuck, he loved her. He gulped, his breath becoming shallow. ‘I want to stroke myself until I come on your chest.’ He drew in a deep breath, his cock throbbing as he hit send a second time. What was she doing to him?
‘Good boy.’
He groaned in aroused frustration as he read her reply. The words made him weak. He closed his eyes, trying to breathe, trying to slow his racing heartbeat. He shot up from his chair, grabbing his jacket. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He could barely think straight.
‘When you get home, I’m going to kiss you… slowly… from your lips, down your throat, to your chest… all the way down to your cock. Just as I did this morning. But I’m not going to take you into my mouth right away. I’m going to keep kissing it until you beg me for more.’
He typed quickly, before he could overthink it, shoving his phone into his pocket.
‘Not if I kiss you first.’
Slamming the door behind him, he paused for a moment to look over his shoulder, worried that someone might have seen. The square was empty. The flicker of anxiety that conditioned him into maintaining a poised, professional demeanour never left, despite the burning desire he now felt. He needed to get home. Biting down on his lip, he locked the door behind him.
The sun dipped below the horizon as Harvey rushed through the gate, passing by the small garden in front of the house. Breathing heavily from his brisk walk, sweat pricking at his brow despite the winter cold, he strode onto the porch in a single, long step, his height allowing him to cover the distance in an instant, urgency radiating from his every move.
His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. His brow furrowed as he tried to calm down. From the second he woke up he wanted her. Now he craved her, addicted to her in every possible way. She had him so wound up, blood rushing in his veins and burning like wildfire. He clenched his jaw and turned the handle.
Stepping inside, he found their home glowing and warm, lamps lit, the fire crackling gently, casting dancing light and shadow throughout the room. Lyra turned as he entered, standing barefoot, wearing a seductive smile and a small, pretty sundress. He recognised the pattern from the picture she had sent. His hurtling pulse spiked.
‘Hey you.’ She greeted him, the soft flesh of her lip captured by her teeth, a smile breaking through. He stared at her, watching as her hands smoothed down her body over her curves. ‘Do you like it?’
He flexed his fingers, attempting to pull back some semblance of control over himself. Removing his jacket slowly, he tossed it onto the nearby armchair, eyes never leaving hers. He raised an eyebrow. ‘A summer dress in winter?’
She began toying with the buttons at the open and plunging neckline. He couldn’t tear his gaze away, not that he wanted to, watching her fingertip tracing a slow path down her cleavage. ‘You said you’d warm me up.’
He watched her with intense focus, breathing heavily, his cock swelling. He had been so tightly coiled all day, he felt himself straining against the fabric of his boxers incredibly quickly. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he felt his face flushing. He licked his lips, feeling ravenous at the sight of her, at the thought of finally touching her. Finally.
She walked towards him, eyes locked onto his, until her palms rested on his chest, pushing him gently against the wall by the door. ‘Or maybe I can do that for you after your long walk home?’ She purred.
He groaned softly, a cool shiver cascading down his spine as Lyra began to place delicate kisses along his neck, lively fingers working at the knot of his tie. It was as if he’d been apart from her for days, longing for the feeling of her lips on his skin. She pulled the silky fabric from his collar with a snap and let it fall to the floor.
‘I missed you so much…’ She murmured, biting his earlobe delicately, her touch moving lower, palming his erection before working at his belt. He ached for her, his head falling back with a soft thud as she sank to her knees. Closing his eyes as she pulled him from his boxers, he sighed, awaiting the wet heat of her mouth.
‘I missed you too, gorgeous.’ He breathed. His head swimming, he felt a teasing breath and a featherlight kiss at his tip. Then a pause. Then once more, the delicate press of her lips, a slow swipe of her tongue.
He canted his hips forward slightly, flushing deeply at the demanding, involuntary action, seeking more of her. He thought of his birthday, her sweet lips wrapped around his cock as he held her face so gently, thrusting into her mouth slowly. He shuddered, a quiet moan escaping him. Another kiss. He clenched his jaw, drawing in a deep, stuttering breath.
It wasn’t enough.
He needed more. He wanted to devour every part of her. He recalled the teasing messages and pictures she’d sent throughout the day. He remembered how he’d paced the room, his muscles tense, his body stiff. Hunger boiled up in him threatening to spill over, his composed exterior splintering, his white-hot need shining through the cracks.
Harvey looked down, stroking his fingertips along her cheek as she gazed up at him with a mischievous smile. She gasped in surprise as he seized her, pulling her up from where she knelt, spinning her around and caging her in. His hand slipped slowly down her throat, feeling her tremble as he held her gently, his voice a deep murmur.
‘You drive me crazy.’
She moaned as his lips crashed into hers in a desperate, messy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he poured hours of pent-up frustration into her. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, as he pressed her against the wall. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. Suddenly he felt her push back.
They parted, panting, his fingers coming to rest softly on her collarbone. He could feel her heart beating where his palm rested against her chest. His gaze pierced her stormy eyes.
‘You think you can tease me like that and get away with it?’ He spoke firmly, pressing his hips against hers, reminding her how hard he was, how insatiable she made him feel. Her face flushed. ‘I have been thinking about getting my hands on you all day.’
As she rested her head on the wall, he saw a provocative glint in her eye. This time he heard her push, her voice smooth and seductive. ‘Desperate for me, Doctor?’ She cooed.
His eyes flicked to her lips as she said the words. Her perfect lips. He leaned in, kissing her hard, all heat and need, as his hand wandered over the fabric of her dress, her back arching as he squeezed her breast. Pushing his thigh between hers, his hands gripped her hips as he pressed gently against her centre.
‘I can almost feel myself unravelling, about to fall to pieces.’ He rasped, rocking his hips. Her eyelids fluttered, a huff of breath escaping through her parted lips, a sign of the pleasure that rippled through her body. ‘Don’t you know what you do to me?’
‘Harvey…’ She whispered.
‘Say my name again.’
‘Harvey…’
‘You are the object of all my desires.’ One hand moved lower, lifting the hem of her dress. He brushed his fingertips over the front of her panties, tracing over the pattern of the lace she wore, the pads of his fingers nudging her clothed clit. She whimpered. Harvey brushed his lips against hers, a gentle kiss at odds with the intensity of his passion.
‘I want to be inside you so badly.’ He swallowed her desperate moan, his hand pushing past elastic, fingers gliding over her slick folds, as he groaned into her mouth. Teasing at her entrance, his fingers glossy with her arousal, he spoke softly against her lips. ‘But first, you’re going to be a good girl and come for me. Can you do that, Lyra?’
She moaned, the needy sound making him almost dizzy. Tilting his head gently against her neck, into her hair, he inhaled the familiar scent of her. Coconut and marshmallows. So soft and comforting, but as he breathed her in, the intimate action only intensified his desire. He began tracing slow circles around her clit, causing her to gasp, her hips bucking against him.
‘Thoughts of you consume me.’ He breathed, dragging his lips down her throat, his fingers gliding in a steady rhythm. The moans that he tore from her with his skilful touch made his head spin, and he placed his free hand against the wall to stop his own body from folding over hers as he felt her pleasure increasing, along with his need for more.
‘Right now, you’re mine.’ He wanted to feel her spasming around him, longed for her pleasure as much as his own. ‘And you’re not going anywhere until I have what I need.’
‘Yes… Harvey… please…’ She moaned. A smile tugged at his lips.
‘That’s my girl.’ His voice was so firm. As he brought her closer to the edge, the burning pull in his groin deepened. He rocked his hips against her, seeking the slightest friction, his cock achingly hard and throbbing as he pushed his fingers into her, curling them up inside her, finding a spot he knew would make her fall apart.
‘I can feel how much you like this.’ He husked. He felt her body quake, warmth rushing around him as her walls gripped him, his thumb rolling over her clit as he pressed his fingers deeper. He rested his forehead against hers, glancing down as she brought a hand to her breast, pinching her nipple.
Harvey swept his tongue over her fluttering pulse point, sliding his thumb against her swollen clit. He knew she was close, knew exactly what to do, no matter how short a time they’d been together, he knew; as if she’d been made for him and him alone. The thought sent a thrill through his body.
He whispered softly. ‘Come for me, Lyra.’
He grunted, watching as she lifted her face, closing her eyes, sharp breaths dragged from her lungs, an indulgent moan let loose from her parted lips. Like a sudden burst of light piercing the dark, she came. He groaned, the slick plunge of his fingers matching the throbbing pulses of her orgasm, only slowing his strokes as the shuddering waves of pleasure she felt began to subside.
He panted, air burning his lungs, his body on fire. He pulled back to look at her, breathless and flushed, leaning against the wall. She was glowing. Their eyes met as he gently pulled his hand from her underwear, fingers glistening with her release. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucked deeply. She tasted divine.
Eyes wide, she smiled up at him, her hand curling around the back of his neck, pushing her fingertips into his hair. ‘That was quite the welcome home. But shouldn’t I…’ She sighed, his lips capturing hers before she could finish.
‘Sweetheart, what you do to me...’ He spoke softly between kisses, drowning in her, in the taste of her lips. ‘Lyra, honey, I need you.’ He grasped her hips, his hunger for her in command of his every thought and action, the threads of his self-control frayed to breaking. He wanted to fuck her with a desperate need. ‘Every picture, every word… I feel like I’m about to burst.’
‘Harvey, you can have me any way you want. I’m yours.’ Her voice trembled as she held him tight. The room was silent, nothing else but the sound of their breathing as he looked deep into her stormy eyes.
He grabbed her without a second thought, lifting her up, pressing her against the wall. Lyra gasped, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, fingers pulling at the fabric of his shirt. She was the air he breathed, and he felt like he would suffocate if he couldn’t have her.
With one hand he quickly pushed her panties to the side and positioned his cock at her entrance. Unable to think of anything else, he sank into her in one smooth stroke, the two of them groaning in unison. He kissed her slowly, languidly, the atmosphere between them smouldering with a burning hunger, their tongues brushing together as he thrust into her.
He couldn’t get enough, dragging his lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at her flushed skin, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. Losing himself to the sensation of her around him, warm and tight, he pressed into her, deeper, faster, holding her firmly against the wall, not wanting an inch of space between them.
‘You’re mine… and you’re perfect.’ He groaned, his cock twitching as a wave of pleasure rolled through his body, hands curling lower to grab her ass. He felt almost overwhelmed, grazing his teeth gently over her skin until another sharp throb caused him to buck his hips, sucking sharply at her neck, a pink mark blooming among her delicate freckles.
Harvey raised his face from her neck just so he could look at her, enthralled by the sight of her, by the sound of her moans. He felt her clench around him tightly and he increased his pace, grinding into her firmly. He shuddered, his own release approaching quickly. He needed more, he couldn’t help it, she felt so good.
She whined, grasping at his shirt, bunching the fabric in her fingers, pulling him to her, kissing him deeply. His hips began to stutter, his thrusts becoming sloppy, unable to hold back any longer. Groaning against her lips, he throbbed inside her, his cock beginning to pulse with his release.
‘Lyra, honey, I can’t… I’m too close…’ He whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, head falling back, wishing he could hold on.
‘It’s okay, baby…’ Her voice was whisper soft, soothing. ‘Come in me.’
He surrendered with a long, broken moan; his body trembling, arms gripping her tightly as he spilled more of himself inside her with each shallow thrust. The tension that had encased his body all day dissolved as he held her, the two of them breathless, his heart pounding in his chest.
‘I’m sorry, love…’ He spoke softly. He looked up at her, dazed, a sheepish smile spreading slowly across his face. Then everything around him faded away. She disarmed him entirely, her sweet smile making him forget what he was trying to say. He leaned in, his voice hushed as he kissed her, so deeply, he felt her melting in his arms.
‘God, you’re beautiful.’
For a moment, he basked in the sound of her breathy sigh as they parted, before he glanced away, apologising once more. ‘I really am… sorry that you didn’t...’ He felt her fingertip press against his lips and he paused.
‘Harvey, I did. As soon as you walked in the house. Remember?’ She raised her eyebrows, giggling quietly. ‘There’s nothing to be sorry about.’ He inhaled deeply as she placed a soft peck on the tip of his nose. He grinned. That was his move. He pounced, gently biting the tip of her finger before she pulled it away with a giggle.
‘I-I’ve just been so wound up all day. Entirely your fault, I might add.’ He grinned as his face flushed. He felt his cock softening and he slipped from inside her, still gripping her hips, holding her against the wall. He sighed as he felt her shiver, resting his forehead against hers.
‘You can let me down now, handsome.’ Lyra offered. Harvey had another idea.
He looked up quickly, his lips curling to a smile. ‘Oh no. I told you, you’re not going anywhere until I have what I need. Remember?’
She laughed brightly, holding him tight as he spun around, carrying her over to the nearby kitchen table, setting her down on the gleaming surface. He kissed her softly as he unfastened the last buttons of her dress, pushing it from her body. He'd remove his own clothes later. Right now, he was otherwise occupied.
Placing a hand in the centre of her chest, he gently guided her, until she laid back on the warm wood. His eyes never left hers as his fingertips hooked into her panties, pulling the thin lace down her legs as she lifted her hips. With a warm smile, he pushed himself between her legs, leaning in, pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, moving down her throat, lower, lingering at her breasts, relishing the moans he drew from her.
She let out a breathy sigh. ‘Tell me what you need, Harvey…’
Skating his hand along her curves, his fingers dipped between her thighs, ghosting over her opening. She was dripping wet, his fingers sliding inside her, slick with her release, with his. She arched her back, moaning as he lavished her with attention, indulging in her pleasure.
He replied, his words spoken gently against her skin.
‘You.’