“Harper,” I say as she stands there, gifting me with her body and allowing me to admire her.
“Yeah.”
“Touch me.”
Her hand lifts, and she inches back slightly. She touches my face, her lust-imbued gaze on mine, her breathing heaving and shallow. My shoulders curl and my muscles clench as her hand drops to my chest, and she lifts tentative eyes to mine.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Just touching,” she says, and when she sees my physical reaction to a simple touch, she begins a deeper exploration, clearly liking what she does to me. Her hands trail over my chest, my abs, and she stops for a second to take pleasure in the hills and valleys. “You’re so hard,” she says.
“You have no idea,” I tell her, and her head lifts, a grin on her face. With a new bold look about her, her hand trails lower and I nearly shoot off the second she takes my dick into her hand. She weighs it in her palm and the show of appreciation in her eyes fills me with a ridiculous sense of pride.
“I think I have some idea,” she says, a little unstable on her feet, and I’m not sure if it’s from her ankle or that she really likes what she sees.
“I think you’re right. I think I need to get off my ankle.” I’m about to nudge her back to the bed, when she sinks to her knees, clearly having something totally different, something totally wicked and delicious, in mind. Her sweet pink tongue snakes out and slides over my swollen crown, and pre-cum pools on the end. She dips into it, and I growl as I fist her hair, not sure whether I want to tear her mouth from my dick, or push her harder against it. That sexy mewling sound makes me impossibly harder, and when she cups my aching balls, a tortured groan tears out of my throat.
“Harper,” I whisper. Women have gone down on me in the past, and I’ve always liked it, so I’m not so sure why I’m practically singing gospel—and I’m not a holy man—simply because she has her lush pink lips wrapped around me. “That’s too good.”
My head falls forward and she inches back, her mouth open, my cock resting on her bottom lip. “Want me to stop?” she teases, her words jumbled, barely comprehensible with my cock right there.
“Yes,” I say even though it’s killing me to stop her.
She goes completely still and my cock falls from her mouth, and the almost humiliated look on her face guts me. “You don’t like it. I knew—”
“Harper. Don’t. You are fucking amazing. I can’t even tell you how hard it is for me to stop you, but you need to understand something. I want to take care of you.” I gather all my strength, carefully pull her to her feet and nudge her until she’s sitting on the bed. She blinks up at me, her cheeks flushed, so goddamn pretty my heart is ready to explode. “I don’t come before you. Simple as that.”
“Oh.”
“Now, spread your legs. I want to see you.”
She swallows, excitement dancing in her eyes. Hands on her thighs, she widens her legs, and her pussy lips open to reveal the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever set eyes on. Her dampness glistens in the overhead light, and I know in an instant that after one taste, she’s going to be an addiction I can’t quit. But we only have tonight, and I’ll have to take my fill of her and pray it’s enough.
I tear my gaze away from her hot pussy, and meet her eyes. “I’ve wanted my mouth on you from the second I met you.”
Those blue eyes widen, almost surprised, and I shake my head. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
“I…don’t always feel beautiful,” she says honestly. “Most times I’m just trying to figure out how to juggle everything and make it through the day.”
My heart squeezes at her vulnerability, and I drop before her, putting my hands over hers. I plan to help her, be there for her in the day, and tonight. “Right now, I don’t want you to think. I just want you to feel, want you to let me take care of you.”
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she sits there blinking up at me, and I lower my head to press my mouth to the needy spot between her legs. I lick her, and her flavor explodes on my tongue, and her hands rake through my hair. I love the way she tastes, and the ways she greedily touches me.
I lick and suck and pull her swollen clit into my mouth, and the whole time, she is writhing beneath me, needy and eager, like she hasn’t been touched in a long time, like I’m breaking some long drought that has been sucking the life out of her. I hate that she’s been going without, almost as much as I like that she’d chosen me to break her dry spell with.
I move my face around, eat at her, and slide one finger into her tightness. She vibrates around me and I can hardly believe how close she is to erupting all over my finger and mouth. I glance up at her, and hunger builds inside me as she puts her hands behind her on the bed, and lifts her hips,
