Her legs kick out. She looks up at me, pupils blown wide, with so much hunger and longing. It—she—makes me feel powerful, desired.
Wanted.
It fills me with warmth. I’m breathless. Staring into her eyes, I rub tighter circles on my clit and moan louder, desperate.
“Okay. Please,” she begs. “Untie me.”
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that.”
“Fuck!” Harlow snarls.
I sit up on trembling legs and make sure she’s watching as I sink two fingers inside my pussy. Harlow’s eyes darken, and she goes feral. White-knuckling the rope, she yanks and jerks against the binds.
Smirking, I tease, “Shouldn’t have invested in such quality restraints.”
“Your bratty-ass is going to be punished for this,” Harlow promises.
“I’m counting on it.” I pull my fingers out and offer them to her. She greedily takes them into her mouth, accidentally nipping me a little too hard, and I yelp. She winks, and I realize it was no accident. Lifting one eyebrow in challenge, I say, “Remember who’s in control.”
Harlow grins, my fingers between her teeth. Slowly, she sucks and swirls every last drop of arousal from my skin and guides my fingers out. She licks her lips and says, “Iknow who’s in control. Nowsit on my fucking face.”
My mouth falls open at the delicious bite of authority in her command. That’s a voice you don’t dare defy. Obediently, I crawl up her body and lower myself carefully until my quivering thighs are settled around her head.
“That’s a good girl,” Harlow purrs, and I whimper.
She nips at my clit once before ravishing my center. I mewl at the small bite of pain mixed in with the overwhelming pleasure. I fist the headboard to keep my balance as I throw my head back and let her rip moan after moan from my throat.
By the sounds coming from her tongue working me, I know I’m drenched. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Then my abdomen tightens as the wave comes rushing in. My thighs squeeze around her head. I barely have timeto prepare before my orgasm rocks through me and I come screaming her name. My body convulses as I push myself to the side so I don’t rest heavy on her face and suffocate her. My body twitches as the orgasm pulses across my skin.
“God. Damn,” I splutter once I’ve finally regained my breath.
“Take your time,” Harlow says softly.
And I do. It’s another couple minutes until I can wobbly push myself up to free Harlow from her restraints. The second they’re off, she pops up and flips us so I’m pinned beneath her. My shocked squeal turns to a breathless giggle.
“Are you proud of yourself?” Harlow asks, the corner of her mouth ticked up into a grin, so I know she’s only teasing me.
I smile, not yet having the energy to come up with a fun taunt.
“You looked so sexy like that,” she says. “You’re so fucking perfect, Lily.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
She bends forward to kiss me, and it’s slow and lazy. Her hair falls around us like a curtain blocking out the dark room until she’s all I can see. As my breathing calms to a steady rhythm and my legs stop shaking, Harlow eases her long, graceful fingers down my body. My legs spread for her. Harlow traces one finger through my warm, slick center and we both groan.
“I could do this all night,” she murmurs.
I curl my arms around her neck, pulling her face closer to mine. She teases my entrance, slipping in only to pull out a moment later.
“Harlow.”
She presses her lips to mine. We take our time kissing, enjoying the feel of one another. We’re both smiling whenwe break apart. Our faces are still so close, our noses touching, as she slowly pumps a single finger inside me.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
I hesitate. My face is a silent question,Are you sure?
