Like I could ever stop tasting her. I’ve been dreaming about this for ten years. Her sweetness on my tongue, the way her thighs quiver around my head, the desperate little sounds she makes when she’s close. I add a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them in rhythm with my tongue.
“That’s my good girl,” I encourage, looking up to see her watching me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Let go for me.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and fuck, her whole body tightens around my fingers. The visual connection between us is enough to make me groan against her clit, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge.
“Harrison,” she gasps, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other clutching desperately at the sheets. “I’m going to?—”
I double down, focusing all my attention on her pleasure, but taking my time sucking her clit between my lips as I curl my fingers inside her. That’s all it takes for her to shatter beneath me, crying out my name as her body convulses. I don’t let up, working her through every wave of pleasure until she’s trembling and pulling weakly at my hair.
“Too much,” she whispers, her voice ragged and breathless. “Too sensitive.”
I ease off, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs as she comes down from her high. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, my shirt still bunched up around her waist. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Welcome home,” she says with a lazy smile, her eyes half-closed and satisfied.
I can’t help but grin as I move up her body, bracing myself above her. “God, I’m sorry if that was…” I kiss her hip bone, then the flat of her stomach. “Too much. I know I just got home, and I should’ve asked before I just…attacked you. But when I walked in and saw you here in my bed…” I let out a shaky breath against her skin. “I may have lost my fucking mind for a minute.”
She runs her fingers through my damp hair, her smile sleepy and satisfied. “I’m not complaining, H. I think I’ll forgive you this time.”
“Yeah?” I take in the sight of her flushed cheeks. “That’s good because I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
Her eyes darken, pupils dilating as she catches sight of my stiff cock pushing against my towel. With a knowing grin on her face, she looks up at me. “Is that right?”
I nod, dropping my forehead to hers. “I need to be inside you, Harp. I’ve thought about nothing else for days.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended, strained with the effort of holding back. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the moment I left your place ten nights ago.”
She reaches between us, her fingers finding the edge of my towel, tugging until it falls away. “Then take me.”
I groan, shaking my head in disbelief. “Are you sure? Because once I start, I don’t think I can stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She lifts her hips, pressing against my aching cock, and I nearly lose my mind right there.
“Fuck, Harp.” I capture her mouth with mine, tasting the fresh mint of her toothpaste. I can’t help but groan when I feel her hand wrap around my cock, stroking me firmly. My hips buck into her grip instinctively.
“Jesus, Harper,” I pant against her lips, pulling back to look at her as she guides me to her entrance, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I hesitate, my breathing ragged. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please, H.”
That’s all the permission I need. I push forward slowly, trying like hell to take my time because goddamn it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been in this position. Feeling her stretch around me, God, I almost forgot what it felt like. The warm, tight sensation nearly takes my breath away. The way her pussy hugs my cock is unreal and when I’m fully seated inside her, I have to concentrate like hell to keep from coming right then and there.
“Oh my god,” I groan, burying my face in her neck. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her legs tighten around me, urging me deeper.
“Ah, fuck,” I moan, trying to breathe. Trying to take my time. My body, on the other hand, has different plans. “Shit, I’m sorry, Harp. This is going to be fast and hard. But I promise I’ll take my time with you in the morning,” I pant against her lips. “I’ll worship every goddamn inch of you. Slow and sweet, just how you deserve. But right now?—”
“I know,” she says, arching against me. “I need it too. I need you, H. I need you to fuck me.”
Every ounce of restraint I’ve been clinging to snaps like a twig. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip, holding her in place as I pull back and thrust into her, hard.
“Fuck, Harper,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I’m sorry.”
She arches beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed as I drive into her again. “Don’t apologize,” she gasps. “Just don’t stop.”
I don’t. I can’t. The sight of her beneath me—hair spread across my pillow, my shirt rucked up exposing her perfect breasts, her lips swollen from my kisses—it’s too much. I’ve wanted this for too long.
“Look at me,” I command, my rhythm steady but relentless. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
