Then I flipped her so she was on her back in the middle of the massive bed, her hair spread around her.
“You have to tell me if you don’t like something,” I growled as my eyes looked their fill of her perfect body. “I want you so damn badly, and I want this to be good for you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, then shifted her thighs restlessly.
“God, I’ve planned this, and every time I’ve taken you slowly. Warmed you up, brought you gently to orgasm before…” I shook my head because I knew those plans were all for naught. I needed to fuck her more than I needed air. “But I need this.”
I spread her thighs and lowered my mouth to her lace-covered pussy, breathing in her intoxicating scent through the drenched material. Then I pushed through her folds with my tongue, using the texture of the lace to my advantage as I stroked over her clit.
“Nathan!” she shouted.
I did it again and again, until her hips bucked toward me, shamelessly riding me. Her responses were so honest, so real, and such a fucking turn on. My thumbs hooked into the lace and I yanked, pulling her underwear down her supple thighs and down her legs until they landed on the floor.
Then I feasted on her, stroking her with my tongue, swirling around her clit before pressing it in rapid bursts. Her legs trembled on either side of my face, and her hands clutched my hair.
“Oh God, Nathan. God. Yes. More. There!” she screamed when I sucked her clit, her body tensing, muscles locking.
She tasted like honey and cream—fresh and sweet and so very mine. I had her right on the edge, close enough to draw her down and bring her back again and again. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on her skin, and her breasts rose and fell rapidly as her head thrashed on the covers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Lost in this with me.”
Her eyes locked on mine as I slid one finger into her slippery center.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Nathan, please.” Her hips arched, and my finger sank deeper inside her pussy. Fuck, she was so tight that I felt her clamp down on just one of my fingers.
“I’ve got you,” I promised her, then slid a second finger in, joining the first just at that perfect spot a couple of inches inside her. Then I pushed up, rubbing hard as I licked and sucked at her clit, giving it a strong pull as she tensed underneath me, then burst apart with my name on her lips.
Once wasn’t good enough.
I brought her to climax again, savoring the taste of her as she came over my fingers and into my mouth.
When I started to work her up again, she yanked on my hair. “I want you, Nathan,” she groaned, rolling her hips.
“You have me.” I unhooked her bra and worshiped her breasts with my tongue and teeth.
Then I jerked my wallet free from my pocket and took out the foil packet, resting it on the bed as I shed the rest of my clothes.
Harper leaned up on her elbows, watching me with lust-glazed eyes. “I can’t believe I get to touch you.” As I climbed over her, her hands gripped my ass, her nails digging in deliciously.
“Next time,” I promised her. “Touch all you want next time. If I don’t sink inside you soon, there won’t be a next time because I’ll be dead.”
“We can’t have that.” She gave me a siren’s smile, then shocked the hell out of me by gripping the condom packet and ripping it open. Her hands were steady as she placed it over my tip, already wet for her, and rolled it over me in a smooth, even movement.
“That might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.” I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue like I was about to with my cock.
She arched against me, rolling her hips in sweet torture as she kissed me back, our tongues tangled, our breath mingled, our bodies both writhing with the need to join.
“Harper,” I pled, needing the words.
“I. Want. You.” She punctuated her declaration with a bite on my earlobe. “So take me, Nathan. I need you.”
And I was fucking done. Her words broke me like nothing else could have, and I surged inside her with one long thrust, pushing through her tight muscles until I was seated to the hilt.
“Fuck, Harper, you feel so damn good.” I took deep breaths, reminding myself that I was a professional athlete. I should have way better control of my heart rate, my breathing. But she robbed me of every semblance of control by swirling her hips, caressing every inch of my cock.
“Mmmm,” she said in agreement.
I kept our mouths locked as I began to move within her, taking her in long, hard, slow strokes, filling her again and again as she flushed pink from her nipples to her ears.