“Still under?” he asked cautiously.
I pressed my lips together. Pressed mythighstogether and nodded. Shakily, he started to guide my hand into his pants, over his boxers. I moved my fingers to hook into the black waistband of them instead. “These too… if that’s okay.”
His breath was ragged and labored as he nodded and rerouted me so that I was slipping my hand underneath his clothes and grabbing onto him with his help.
“Fuck, Alta,” he growled as his other hand came up to rest on the hay wall beside my head, his face coming down to my neck to burrow. “You can’t touch me like this and expect me to have any chance at lasting, baby.”
This sparked my interest. Pushed me into taking my own control and moving my hand on my own as I explored the hard, warm flesh of his body in my grasp. Shifting my grip, I gave him an explorative tug, wondering if I could feel how long he was. It was as if he went on and on and on, but I couldn’t really gauge for sure while we were still trapped by his clothes. I gave the velvety feel of him a few more pulls, becoming acquainted with the large veins that ran the sides of him and the rounded head that seemed a little wet already. I also became acquainted with the sounds he made and how they differed from those of a kiss. These were almost needy mixed with a combination of primal desire.
I was just running my fingertips along the other side of his length, the pads of them going all the way to the base of him when suddenly my hand was being yanked out and pinned to the door above my head.
“You’re done,” he growled. “No more touching.”
“Why?” I whined.
“Because your perfect little hands are going to make me embarrass myself, sweetheart,” he said, mouth pressed against my neck. He ran his pillowy lips up the side of my throat, kissing and nipping along the way. “And I want your legs wrapped around my face.”
Breathing hard, I moaned a little into his ear. “Okay.”
He pulled back to look at me. “You want to do that here?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
“No, that's a real question,” he said. “We’re in a dirty hideaway in a ball of hay, Alta. We can go somewhere else.”
“No,” I said. “Screw that.”
Eyebrows shot up along his face in surprise. Tilting forward I pressed my body into his savoring the feeling of his hard against my soft. I kissed him, cradling both sides of his face in my hands. And on his lips I amended. “I want you to make me feel good, Harper. I want you.”
“Alright,” he said. “So… CanItouch?”
“Mhmm.” I nodded. Only because I didn’t want to scream,Yes, God, please!
Taking hold of me, Harper ran his hands up my waist onto my ribcage. Using the Ls of his fingers he cupped me underneath my breasts, pushing them up so they were basically spilling over the top of my skimpy top.
Peeking up at me, he raised an eyebrow. “Can I see?”
“Yes,” I breathed out needily.
Long fingers curled into the top of my shirt and tugged down until I was spilling out of the edge. He let out a low curse as his eyes took in the shape of my breasts. I let out a soft cry as his hands kneaded them, pinching the peaks in a tight squeeze. He caught my moans on his tongue, kissing me quiet. Deep and rough as he worked me.
His hands slid down, tracing the shape of my body. Pushing my shirt up around my ribs and running his palms along my bare stomach. Sliding down so that they hooked into my shorts. He didn’t pull them down. Instead, sliding his hands along the outline of them. Top and bottom. The lower he got, so did his body and soon enough he was kneeling before me. Hands grasping my hips as he looked up at me, heat heavy in his eyes.
He kissed my stomach causing every part of me to burn in anticipation. He kissed my hip bone and I trembled. He moved his lips lower. Low enough to kiss me where I wanted him most. But he stopped. Simply hovering there and causing me to whimper.
Eyes flicked up at me, amused as much as aroused. His lips quirked, and he couldn’t look more like himself with a sexy, mischievous smirk on his face. “Can I taste, baby?”
I trembled, because there was desperation in his gaze too. And as much as I wanted to believe that didn’t do things to me, it did. “Yes, please.”
He didn’t tease me any further.
Right there on his knees before me, Harper slid his fingers alongthe underside of my shorts, hooking into them and my panties as he pulled them to the side. I shivered as cold air hit my most sensitive parts. I felt myself getting wetter as Harper looked at me like I was his favorite candy.
And I let out a moan as his lips finally,finallytouched my sex.
Gentle, in a kiss at first, like he had to pay affection to it before he proceeded any further. His telltale groan slipped out as he made contact, vibrating my center and making me moan. Moving, Harper pulled my shorts further to one side and gripped the underside of my thigh to lift it so it decorated his shoulder.
He licked me next, and that groan came out like a wash of praise in response. But he didn’t stop, continuing to slide his tongue through my warmth so thoroughly I felt unstable on my one grounded leg.
