“But—”
“Lie. Down. You’re taking too long, now you’ve lost the privilege.”
I pouted, but did as I was told, lying down on the bed against the silk pillows.
“Ass up.”
Again I obeyed, and Harper yanked my pants and boxers down with no finesse. My dick had zero complaints, springing up red and also angry at me for not having freed it earlier.
Harper eyed it before licking his lips, then he reached for the lube where I’d abandoned it on the bed. He wasted no time in popping it open and dripping the cold substance all over my cock in a slick mess. His perfect fingers wrapped around me and electricity echoed over my entire body just from that touch.
“Fuck, you’re big.” His eyes remained locked on my dick as he spoke, his expression just as focused as he’d seemed while working earlier, only now there was a deep blush over his cheeks and chest.
“I should stretch you more at least.” I tried to reach for him, and he slapped my hand away.
“No touching. Hold the sides of the pillow.”
I couldn’t help the whimper, but of course I did as he told me.
“Don’t let it go until I tell you.”
I nodded.
He stroked me a couple more times, then his leg was swinging over my hips and he was straddling me. One sticky hand rested on my chest, the other finding my cock as he tilted it up to his open hole.
I was moaning before my cock even touched him, but so much louder when it did. The sweet, warm pressure around my tip increased until it breached him and we both moaned again.
He took the first half in quickly, then winced.
“Careful,” I gasped.
“No talking,” he snapped.
Harper lifted himself slightly, then dropped again, working himself up and down on the first half of my cock before exhaling and lowering himself another inch.
He repeated that process, gradually working me deeper and deeper into his molten-hot, tight body. His own smaller cock bounced in time with his hips. Delicate, pretty, perfect. Just like the rest of him.
I wished it were physically possible to be flexible enough to reach it with my lips so I could suck him off while he fucked himself with my dick. It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t.
More and more he took me in until his thighs were trembling, just like his fingers on my abs, then with a loud groan from the both of us, his ass touched down and he had me fully inside him.
“Fuck,” he panted.
“Fuck,” I echoed.
He was a vision. A perfect angel. A prince. A god. I was in awe of him. How did I ever get this lucky?
I was so glad this hadn’t happened while I was blindfolded, because I wanted this image in my brain forever. Wanted it tattooed on the back of my eyelids so I could see it when I blinked, and when I slept. I’d spend the rest of my life with my eyes closed just so I could keep seeing it.
Harper was so fucking hot and tight. It was undoubtedly the best sex of my life and we’d barely begun. It was taking every single ounce of self-control not to let go of the pillow.
He took a long moment to adjust before slowly rolling his hips.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good. So hot and so tight, Harpy. Fuck.”
He smirked, rolling his hips again, and this time we both moaned.
“Okay, pup. Let go and fuck me!”
