“You catalog every pair I wear?” She snorts, but the mirth on her face dies when she realizes how deadpan my resulting “yes,” is.
“Who do you think I am?” I reply sardonically, thumbing her nipple through the material. Her thick thighs part along with her lips as her heels press into my ass to erase the little distance between our bodies.
“In a rush, Mrs. Ignatov?” I murmur into her ear as I lean down, and the gasp that leaves her throat has my erection coming full mast. “I want to taste you today.”
I make quick work of her remaining clothes, leaving her lingerie in place. Where I would have torn her lacy undies to shreds before, I tug it to the side as I kneel down, kissing down her thighs.
She squirms, trying to block off needy sounds that leave her frequently.
“You stop letting me hear you,” I breathe against her wet folds, “and I stop too.”
Her ample hips kick desperately, her breath coming in choppy spurts. My tongue drives a flat path against her core, and her back arches, a loud groan echoing around me.
The symphony of her sounds has always driven me crazy. She gets so loud when lost in pleasure, and it’s something I love to get out of her. As I flick her clit, her nails dig into my scalp, her thighs squeezing around my face.
I hold her legs open at the junction of her thighs, letting her sexy body twitch under my delicious assault.
“Oh, Damian, Damian!” she cries out.
“Good girl,” I rumble against her cunt, swirling my tongue in circles. It doesn’t take her long to tremble from head to toe, and when I put my fingers in her, she clenches around them.
Her moans get louder and louder as I push her towards her peak. Her back arches as her climax rips through her, tremors shaking her frame.
As she lies there recovering, I quickly unzip my fly, taking off my pants after I’ve thrown off my shirt. When I look back at her, the look in her eyes is pure, carved hunger.
Her hands inch towards me, exploring with deliberate slowness as she maps every shiver, every broken breath. Her hands grip my length as she pumps her hand around my erection, nearly stealing all my breath from my lungs.
I curve over her, claiming her mouth in a kiss. She responds back with renewed vigor, which makes me smile. I break the kiss just long enough to study her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, frantic breathing.
It feels like my heart is a slab of meat being tenderized when I look at her. Those wide brown eyes worship every inch of me, those plush lips swollen with how hard I’ve bitten them. Her hair pools behind her like a lake of fire, hickies decorating her sternum, neck and thighs.
She looks like mine,ready to be devoured.
Possession doesn’t cut it, though; Harper has been mine since the first time I touched her. There is something far deeper, far more convoluted in my chest concerning her.
This woman has been making my head spin since that night she came to visit Sera, and it’s all coming to a crescendo now.
With a softness I didn’t know I possessed, I press my lips to her forehead, gasping softly as she rubs the engorged tip of my cock against her opening.
I slide in, syrupy thick, molasses slow so she feels every single inch.
I’m not the only one that felt the change in the air, right?She has to feel it too.
Shehasto.
I tug at her nipples, pinching them gingerly between my fingers. She moans loudly as she crosses her legs behind me, locking me in place.
“Damian—I can’t, please—” she stutters through a moan.
My hips move gently and slowly as I press my lips against hers, my tongue laving over her lower lip. She parts her mouth, and my tongue darts inside, exploring the hot cavern.
The rhythm is slow and deep. She doesn’t tell me to go faster, and I don’t either. My hands skim over every inch of her skin, feeling the buttery smoothness of it. I only get to touch her, smell her, drink my fill of her like this.
When she’s below me, lost in the throes of pleasure, I can hold her however I want to, look at her for as long as my heart desires.
My loins light up with pleasure, molten hot as it pours through my veins. Her walls are velvet-tight around me, and her eyes are semi-open as she whines against my lips.
“Shh, I got you,” I murmur roughly, sneaking a thumb between our bodies to rub circles against her clit. She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, her eyes rolling back.
