Heat Lightening

Harleigh looked up at Steven from the circle of his arms. They had been to clubs together hundreds of times and she'd been his date for countless Bolt things that included dance floors, but until this moment he had never taken the initiative to spin her around a dance floor. Harleigh had imagined her first dance with Steven. Somehow it didn't resonate that it would involve her bikini, his shirt, and a boat. Part of her feared it would be her way of saying goodbye to him at his wedding. But instead, he was holding her close and they were dancing to Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. It clicked in Harleigh's mind this would forever be their song. It made so much sense in their relationship. She'd always let him set the pace. He was the only thing she wanted to touch. So, what was he waiting for? Steve rocked her body closer to his. Her heart was thundering in her chest. It felt like it was going to fly out of her body. She wondered if he could feel it. It was as if he knew what she was thinking. He pulled her hand up and placed it over his heart.


Steven was watching her carefully. She was nervous. Hell, he was quickly becoming a wreck. Too many emotions in the last 24 hours. Losing the cup had almost cut his heart out. So close. So fucking close. His heart felt like he'd been skating suicides. He'd pulled her hand up there because he wanted her to know how he felt. Harleigh was always there putting him back together. Broken bones, bad days, and shattered dreams. His girl was there. Harleigh never demanded anything from him, and damn it she should have. Watching her walk out with Bishop had broken something inside of him. He knew the only way to fix that break was to own what he felt for Harleigh. He couldn't fuck this up. She wasn't a disposable puck slut that wanted to be able to say she fucked Stammer. This was Harleigh. His Harleigh. She was right here. All he had to do was commit. She was the only thing he wanted more than the Cup.


Steven hadn't noticed that they had stopped moving. Harleigh dark brown eyes were locked on him. Her hand moved from his solid chest to the back of his neck. He wasn't sure who moved first. The touch of their lips was incendiary. So much pent up emotion was pouring out of them into this one kiss. But it really wasn't just one. They were clinging to one another. Neither wanting to let go. His hands slid down her body. He skimmed her curves. Steven then unbuttoned his shirt from her body. She released her hold on him and the shirt hit the floor in a heap. Harleigh locked her arms around his neck. They were skin to skin. So much heat. She had dreamed of this, she couldn't let fear stop her. He broke the kiss, but didn't step away. He was looking at her. Harleigh was convinced he might be really seeing her for the first time. Not as his buddy but a woman. His lips sought hers again. Harleigh's fingers moved up into his shaggy hair. Her nails scraping his scalp as he deepened the kiss. She canted her hips towards him trying to relieve the burn in her core. Steven groaned against her mouth when she rubbed herself against him. He pulled away from her mouth and drew ragged breath "Will anything catch on fire?" He ground out pressing kisses on her forehead. She shook her head no.


"You're sure this is what you want?" whispered Steven his lips skimming the outer shell of her ear. Harleigh looked at him and nodded. "No, you've got to say it, Harleigh. I have to know."


Harleigh stepped back and looked at him. For once this wasn't about his ego, it was him giving her an out. Harleigh gave him a wicked smile. She pulled the strings that held her bikini top on. She tugged it free from her body. In one quick motion, she tossed it at Steven and ran for the bed. "Yes!" she called over her shoulder.


"Christ, you are trying to kill me Harleigh Quinn." he growled he scrambled after her. Harleigh sat on the edge of the bed hands poised at the strings on her hips. "Don't you dare, Harleigh!" he warned as he moved closer to her. Harleigh scooted farther back onto the bed. "I'm serious!" he said "Don't do it. I want to do this right. Fuck. I wanted this to be special."


"It's special because it's you." she replied moving so that she was kneeling on the bed. Steven had never seen anything that Harleigh. What was that song she was always playing? 50 Shades of Crazy. Something about a gold tan and skin like soft sand. He realized that he related most songs to his girl. This was really happening. Harleigh was sitting before him in those tiny bikini bottoms. Her hair cascading over her breast in waves. She was fucking beautiful. "Steven!" she called. He snapped into motion.


"Sorry, you distracted me." he answered walking to the edge of the bed. He sat down. His attention had not left Harleigh. He moved closer. His mouth moved to her ear and Harleigh could feel the warmth of his breath. "I'm happy you kidnapped me." he whispered "The only fucking good thing in the past 24 hours was knowing you were waiting for me."


Then Harleigh felt his moist lips touch her neck. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he rested his lips there. He put his hand on the side of her face and turned Harleigh's head so that she was looking into his eyes. To pause time in that moment, so that Harleigh would be staring into his blue eyes forever, which were looking at her with an impossible combination of passion and gentleness, would have been almost enough to make her world. But there was more to come and she could feel the space between her legs moisten.


Steven slid his hand to the back of her head and pulled her in closer. She closed her eyes and felt his lips. She could taste the bubble gum he always chewed, but their was a hint of something so perfectly Steven. His other hand slid up her leg to her upper thigh, close, but not touching her bikini bottoms. Their tongues met. She felt like she was burning from the inside out.


Harleigh grabbed the back of his head and gripped his hair as they fell back onto the bed. He rolled on top of her, kissing her more passionately. He pinned her body against the bed. He rose to a kneeling position, squeezing my her hips with his knees. His hands dragged up her sides and tickled her skin. I exhaled fully. Her breasts were no longer covered by her veil of hair. Her nipples hardened.


Steven lowered his chest onto her. Harleigh's breasts met his bare skin. His hard muscles nestled into her breasts as his lips met hers again. It was fierce this time. He kissed her intensely, quickly. The scent of his body wash filled her nose. His lips moved from hers, to her neck, and her collar bone. Harleigh could feel every kiss. He pulled the string on one side of her body loose. He stroked a finger over her Mississippi tattoo. He pulled the second string. He pulled her briefs off and toss them toward the matching top. The scruff on his face tickled her stomach. He bypassed the place she want him to touch most. He chuckled and moved further down her body. He kissed thighs, her calves, and then her feet.


Harleigh rose up from the bed, driven by primal need. She undid the knot holding up his board shorts. She slid her hand into his shorts and stroked him gently. He moaned. She slid the shorts down his waist until his rock hard member was pointing at her. His arms wrapped around her and his strong hands gripped her back. Then he pushed her back on to the bed. Harleigh wanted to keep staring at his cock— touch it, stroke it— but she had to know where he was taking this next. He started licking her thighs, getting close to her core again, but not touching it. Harleigh exhaled again, louder this time.


"Please" she said.


His fingers parted her folds. His tongue met her clit softly, so very gentle. He did not move it – He let it rest there for moment before applying suction. Harleigh's eyes rolled back into her head and she called his name. Her skin felt tight then erupted with goosebump – She grabbed the back of his head and held him there. No way was she going to let him stop. Slowly, his tongue moved back and forth like a feather brushing against her bud. Her hips gyrated slowly at first and then moved faster, uncontrollably.


"Ohhh!" she roared.


Steven continued, moving his tongue quicker but still barely touching her clit. Her arms flailed beside her. She grabbed the comforter and made a fist, squeezing it tightly. Her feet moved in circles beside his midsection— he continued vibrating his tongue with fierce endurance.


Waves of pleasure swelled through her body. With honed instincts Steven quickened and slowed his tongue movement so that it moved rhythmically with her pleasure. She breathed faster and heavier—Her whole being was tingling. He rested his left hand on her right breast and stroked her nipple. She was buzzing, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. She could feel his cock press up against her leg.


Steven lifted his tongue from her weeping center and kissed below her belly button. His tongue stroked over her tattoo. He put his hand her left breast. He stroked both nipples with his tongue. They beaded up even harder that before. He kissed the hollow between her breast and his mouth over her chest to her neck. His mouth found hers. His hand moved in between their bodies. His tongue mimicked the gentle glide of his fingers over her clit. When her plunged his finger into her body his tongue matched it stroke for stroke. He never broke the kiss, but kept teasing her core with his fingers. She whimpered when his fingers pulled free from her body. Her center ached with need. She disengaged herself from Steven's mouth. "I need you, please." she said rocking her hips against his. He locked his eyes on hers. They were nearly black with lust. He stroked his cock for a few seconds.


As he moved closer she squeezed her eyes shut. "Open them, Harleigh. I want you to know who's inside of you." His thick cock slid slowly into her and her mouth opened wide. Finally, thought Harleigh.


"Your killing me." he said going at a slow pace. He worked in small thrusts until he was fully seated in her body.


"Fuck" he growled out as he withdrew from her tight body. He plunged back in to her. He was attempting the slow descent again.


Harleigh grabbed his rock hard ass and pulled him inside her further. He pulled his head back, his mouth opened wide, showing his teeth, and his eyes rolled back. Her eyes closed and she felt his hands pin down her shoulders. His hips moved back and forth, filling her with his member and then pulling it back then filling her deeply again. It was pleasurable torture.
Steven pushed her shoulders deeper into the bed and began fucking her with more force. His hips moved quicker, his cock came in and out faster, warming her from the inside and out.


"Harder. I won't break!" she demanded to Steven


"Fuck!" he roared.


Faster and faster, he continued. They breathed together, louder. her hips moved, gyrating uncontrollably. He lifted his chest from Harleigh and put his hands on her waist. He grabbed her and pulled her hips in the air. Her legs locking around him. He was fucking her harder and harder.


She could feel him slapping against her rear as he pounded her harder. He put one thumb on her clit softly as he kept penetrating her deeper. The movement of his hips shook the whole boat so that it was moving with them, or maybe it just seemed that way.


"Ahhhh, don't stop!" she called. There was a building tightness at the base of her stomach. She clinched her legs around his waist. There was a warm tightness in Harleigh's chest as well and her clit felt warm and was tingling again. The tingle expanded into her center and moved toward the rest of her body. A creeping sensation at the top of her thighs climbed down her leg. Steven slowed his body.


"Good. Yes, slowly." she ordered. His hips moved gently. His thumb kept going on her clit. But she started turning over, craving something new. "Doggy style." He pulled out and she moved onto her hands and knees so he could mount her like an animal. She barely felt his cock slide in from behind. She was dripping wet.


"Faster." He picked up the pace. The pleasure wave was building again in her stomach. Deep within her body. All Harleigh's focus was on this moment and she wanted to come. He grabbed Harleigh's hips firmly, with power and strength, and pushed his cock deep inside her. Then out again. Then in. Faster and faster. Harder and harder.


The tingling crept all through her and down her legs. Her stomach tightened further and her limbs felt weak. Her muscles there were like jello. She wanted them to fully give into his force and let go. A feeling of relief spread through all her limbs and her arms and legs were trembling. It came in heavy waves, crashing throughout her body.


"Ahhhhhh, shit. Fucking shit!" Harleigh knew he was right there with her.


Steven came with her name on his lips. The tingling waves washed up and down her legs, deep into her core.


She screamed out her climax. Steven's muscles gave out and they collapsed into the bed, breathing hard.


His body rested on her like a weight.


He leaned into her ear and whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful." He kissed her mouth gently. Harleigh murmured something nonsensical and snuggled closer to Steven. Her head resting on his chest. Her legs tangled with his. Steven pulled the blankets over their bodies. Dinner could wait. He finally had Harleigh where he wanted her, and he had no intention of letting go.

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