I bend down and gently bite one ass cheek and then the other, not only do her movements become more frantic, but her moans also get louder.
Oh, yes.
“Ryan, please.”
I flip her over and hover above her.
Her blue eyes hold me hostage.
“Please what?”
Harper arches her back in response. “I need to come. I feel like I’m burning up from the inside.”
“Well, we can’t let that happen, can we?”
She parts her lips and shakes her head.
I lean in and capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue is wild against mine and just as eager as the rest of her. Harper leans back, and I kiss my way down her jawline and neck, sucking and nibbling on her soft skin. While we danced at the bar, the hum in my blood started out low and pleasant. Now, it’s an inferno that’s trying to swallow both of us alive.
Her hands tangle in my hair when I get to her neckline. I move back, but she holds on.
“Don’t go.”
I chuckle. “Baby, I just want to help you out of your clothes.”
She lets go of me, the color in her cheeks darkening. “Oops, sorry.”
“Don’t be. I don’t want you to hold back, you hear me?”
She nods.
I sit back on my knees and hold out my hands to her. “Come here.”
She takes my hands, and I pull her up. Then I grab the hem of her dress and lift it up her body and over her arms, exposing more of her beautiful body inch by inch.
Her full breasts spill over the cups of her black bra, and her matching panties barely cover her curvy hips anymore, which I’m guessing is due to our earlier playtime.
She’s perfection come to life.
And she’s all mine . . . at least for tonight.
Harper beats me to the clasp of her bra, and I watch in apprehension. Her chest expands a few times until she tosses the bra somewhere behind her. My gaze stays glued to her chest, my dick pulsing violently behind my fly. I take one rosy nipple into my mouth, and Harper leans back on her elbows to watch me. Such a turn-on. I circle the areola with my tongue a few more times, then kiss my way to the other breast to give it the same treatment.
I lie back and brush my hand down Harper’s belly, and she watches me with lust-filled eyes. My next stop is her panties. I reach her hips and grasp the soft material on both sides to slide them down her legs. Then I kiss my way back up until I come to the apex of her thighs.
Harper’s hands find their way into my hair again, urging me on. I finally get to her hot center and lick it from front to back, and back to front. I repeat the motion several times to the sound of Harper’s whimpers. The second I suck on her clit, she writhes against my mouth like she just got shocked.
“Ryan.” My name sounds like a plea on her lips.
Since her legs are shaking around me, I’m guessing she’s really close. So I push a finger into her, then two while continuing to lick and suck her until she explodes with a cry.
“Oh my God,” she moans, the sound echoing around me.
The grip on my hair tightens to almost painful levels, but I’m so aroused from watching her come I barely feel it.
Knowing I’m the one who gave this much pleasure has me looking at her with a smile on my face.
It’s easy to tell when her orgasm is over because her whole body relaxes.