“Put your hands on the counter.” He reached up and squeezed more water from her hair and she felt it trickle down her back to her behind. Harper shut her eyes as his hand once again followed the water.
“Open your eyes, baby.” He said it so softly, so sweetly Harper couldn’t disobey.
Luke’s hand snaked around to the front and he cupped her sex, fingers pressing into her lips. “I can feel how wet you are for me. His fingers spread her open and found her clitoris. He rubbed gently with the pads of his fingers. A smooth, circular motion.
Harper felt the heat pool between her legs, the familiar heaviness deep in her belly. She had no control around him. She was always wet for him.
Luke’s gaze followed the trails of water from her hair as they made a lazy path to her nipple, before beading and dripping off.
With his other hand, he took one of hers and brought it to her breast. Harper squeezed and she heard him exhale behind her. His busy fingers pressed against her in approval. Harper cupped her breast and tried to focus on Luke’s eyes in the mirror.
He was fiercely in control, but still exploring. She wondered how far he would take it. How far she would let him go.
Watching her, Luke straightened a finger and drove it inside her. Harper felt her knees buckle and she bumped back against him. His cock rubbed between the cheeks of her behind. He gripped his shaft and slapped it lightly against her back.
Harper moaned and moved her fingers to tug gently at her nipple. Luke withdrew his finger and replaced it with two. He leaned over her, pressing her forward and she had to bring both hands to the counter to steady them.
Luke reached around to cup her other breast, rubbing his thumb over her straining nipple. Everything he did to her felt like heaven and torture at the same time. Sheathing his fingers in her to the hilt, he curled them inside her.
“I’m going to watch you come,” he whispered it darkly against her hair. Like she was under a spell, her body obeyed. He drove his fingers into her again and she shuddered, already at the edge. He kneaded her breast and pressed his cock against her cleft. She felt herself tighten around his fingers as his other hand tugged at her nipple. Harper fell forward on the vanity and let the sweet waves take her.
Luke’s eyes never left hers, and in them was possession.
She felt the last of the orgasm slide through her and braced herself, catching her breath. “Jesus, Luke,” she whispered over her pounding pulse. Her body felt like it was designed for his.
He withdrew his fingers and held them up to her. She could see the slick coating and blushed. It was a dark pleasure.
Luke leaned back, still clutching her breast, and moved his hand to the small of her back. She felt his thumb press against the top of her cleft before his wet fingers traveled lower still.
She inhaled sharply when his fingers found her anus. She had never been touched like this before. Never been this vulnerable. Luke paused, applying a slight pressure with his finger. Harper felt a need she had never known begin to build. She pressed her back against him, testing the sensation.
He smiled grimly in the mirror, and tugged at her nipple again. Rolling it between his finger and thumb, he mimicked the pulls of a mouth on her. Harper’s lips parted and she felt him shift his weight into her. His finger ever so slowly breached her opening and she gasped. It felt wrong. It felt good.
She could see the set of his jaw in the mirror and knew he was struggling to hold back. Harper shifted back against him, urging him deeper. Slowly, he fingered her hole, filling her. He reached his hand across to the other breast rubbing his palm lazily over the nipple.
His fingers withdrew and thrust in again and then again. A slow, consuming rhythm. She felt her herself flex towards him every time he withdrew. She could feel juices gathering between her thighs and mingling with the water on her skin.
This wasn’t healthy, to have her body need his like this.
He withdrew his fingers and she felt him grip his shaft.
Luke slid the rounded head of his cock between her legs, gently probing. She met his gaze in the mirror. Her breathing was shallow. She swallowed, desperate to be filled.
She felt the pressure as his wide crest breached her sex. Felt the gasp escape her lungs as he invaded her. Harper’s head spun, but she never took her eyes off of his in the mirror. Those hazel orbs bored into her, seeing every corner of her dark soul. She was exposed, possessed.
“Luke,” she whispered. She tried to buck against him. To make him move.
He held her hips still with his rough hands. They stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. He pulled out slightly. Harper moaned and it was all the encouragement he needed to bury himself in her. She cried out in triumph. Luke brought a hand around to tease the lips of her sex apart.
He filled her in a way no man ever had.
She couldn’t catch her breath as he started to move. His fingers teased a sweet spot and his shaft stretched her to capacity. Something was building in her. It was a wall of pleasure so towering, she knew she couldn’t survive the break.
Harper could see sweat forming on his brow, his gaze still burning into her. The thrusts were coming faster now and he gave a quiet grunt with each one. He was going to come like this. Just knowing it put a crack in her wall. Luke reached around her and cupped her breast again. He tugged on her pebbled nipple.
It happened in an instant. The wall broke inside her just as Harper felt Luke’s first shudder of release. He let loose deep inside her. She clamped down on his shaft and shattered around it. Luke released her breast and gripped her chin in his hand, watching her as they both came apart.
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