Too long judging by her desperate prayer.
With renewed focus, I lower my mouth and swirl my tongue around her clit, savoring the sweet taste of her flesh. She moans and leans into my touch, fingers raking over my scalp in silent command.
Harder. Faster. Deeper.
My cock grows impossibly hard as I spread her slick folds and slip a finger inside her tight channel. She sighs with relief, rocking her hips as I bear down on her clit with renewed fervor, desperate to give her the mind-blowing orgasm she deserves. She’s been working her ass off at the hospital and studying for mid-terms around the clock. If anyone deserves a moment of unadulterated pleasure, it’s Harper, and I intend to give it to her.
Hell, if I’m lucky, maybe she’ll come twice.
“Yeeeessss,” she moans, no longer worried about how much noise we’re making. “God, yes. Chase that feels so good.”
I’m not about to quiet her, not when my name is on her lips, but maybe I should get Bri a pair of earplugs for Christmas.
Worry about that later, asshole.
Right. First orgasms, then earplugs.
A few more strokes and Harper’s there, crying out my name as the orgasm rocks her body. Her knees buckle, but I hold her tight, stroking her gently as she rides out the aftershocks, a blissful smile on her face.
“That was—”
“Amazing?” I supply, winking up at her. “Incredible? Best you’ve ever had?”
Harper laughs and trails a finger down my cheek, her nail scraping against the scruff along my jawline. “Option D. All of the above.”
“What can I say?” I shrug. “I don’t do anything halfway.”
Which is why despite the hell that is physical therapy, I’m determined to get back on my feet, back on the field. It hasn’t been easy, and the doc says it’s only going to get harder when the brace comes off, but with Harper’s support, and my family, I know I can do it. I have to do. So I can get my degree and start the next chapter of my life.
With Harper.
She grins and pushes me back on the bed. “I seem to recall you mentioning that once before.”
Of course she does. The woman has a mind like a steel trap. “Now you have scientific proof that it’s true.”
“Technically speaking,” she says, tapping a finger against her jaw thoughtfully, “I’d need more than one body of evidence to draw my own conclusion on the matter.”
“Experiment away,” I say, gesturing to my cock.
When it comes to sex, I’m basically at her mercy and loving every minute of it.
“I think I will.” She tugs my shorts down with quick, perfunctory movements. My cock springs free, standing at attention, but much to my chagrin, she doesn’t join me on the bed.
Nope. She strokes my cock once from root to tip and sashays over to the nightstand, leaving me high and dry. It’s all good though because I get to admire her ass while she fishes a condom out of the top drawer and tears it open.
What can I say? The woman has a great ass.
When she returns, she climbs onto the bed, straddling me between her thighs as she rolls the condom over my length. Then she leans forward and kisses me, clearly determined to prolong this experiment—which is starting to feel like torture because my balls are so tight it’s a wonder they haven’t exploded—as long as possible.
Harper’s tits are pressed to my chest, our bodies lined up in all the right places as her lips graze mine, her tongue skating over my lower lip in quiet exploration. The kisses start off gentle, but grow more daring, more desperate as she deepens them, rolling her hips and creating glorious friction where our bodies join.
I need to be inside this woman so bad it hurts, but with my leg in the brace, she’s in complete control.
Thankfully, her need is as desperate as my own.
She positions my cock at her entrance and with one swift move, she’s seated herself to the hilt. She feels so damn good, I nearly come on the spot.
“Jesus, Harper. You feel incredible,” I say, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as she begins to move. The tension at the base of my spine has reached a crescendo, and this woman is my only hope of relief. She throws her head back, dark hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, the delicate line of her neck exposed in the dim moonlight.
