With my thumb, I work her clit at the same tempo, and her petite body stiffens. “This feels good? If it feels so good I want you to come.” I brace her around her waist as the first grips of her orgasm hit. Her head thrown back, she swears in about four different languages.
In the mirror across the room, I catch a glimpse of our naked bodies, and Harper presses so close I’m unable to tell where she starts and I begin, but for the differences in our skin color. Mine tanned and weathered from a life spent in the elements and hers flawless and perfect. Taking a few steps back until my legs hit the bed, I pull her down on top of me as she catches her breath.
She lays her head on my chest for a second or two and then pops up. She doesn’t say anything and I don’t have to either. I lick both my middle finger and my thumb, as she grins, and then leans in to kiss me. The kiss is cruel and tortuous as she works her wet pussy over my steely cock, teasing, asking for more.
I grunt a few times when the head of my cock is on the cusp of slipping in. Cradling her head in my hands, I control the kiss. Her tongue is sweet and her lips fit with mine perfectly, like a road map I know every subtle pit stop along the way. I lean away from the kiss and lick the corner of her ear. “Ben Wa balls in your ears?” I whisper.
“Hat tilt to the best twenty minutes in my history,” she says, her slick lips brushing mine as she talks. The night we lost our virginity to each other.
I laugh. “It was less than twenty minutes.” She’s being generous. I was so stoked on her body and anticipation I nearly creamed my pants the second she shut her bedroom door.
Straddling my knees, she orders me back on the bed. “I’m going to show you something that will take less than twenty minutes.”
When she takes my dick into her hands, I raise my brows and fold my arms behind my head. “I won’t tell you no. If you were asking.”
She kisses my abs. It’s more tongue than kiss, and my body hardens under the sensation. Another kiss by my belly button, lower again. Harper’s hand is working my dick in slow, sumptuous strokes. When her mouth finally nears my cock, she leans up and spits on the tip—the saliva connecting me to her for a split second.
“It’s almost criminal now that I know what I’ve been missing.” Memories fade, but I know nothing in my history compares to this.
Instead of responding, she lowers her head to take me all the way into her throat in one fierce move, one hand on the base of my shaft and the other cupping my balls. “Ahhhh,” I hiss. Controlling my hips is hard. I want to fuck her face, want to come right now, down her throat, but I want to be inside the slick warmth my fingers tasted more.
My view is something from a porno. Beautiful girl, wearing high heels, straddling me, with my dick sloppy wet, appearing and disappearing in her mouth. Harper’s hair is swinging and her eyes flick to mine every so often and that’s when the reality hits me and the urge to come flickers more than it should at this point.
Not today, Satan. “Harper, Harper. Stop. I need to be inside you.” The sentence alone makes me desperate for my twisted, perfect request.
Wiping her mouth, she leans up, keeping her hands on my stomach. “Every muscle in your body is flexed,” she remarks. “I like it way more than I thought I would.”
“Happy to be of service. Back to the task at hand. Don’t let my muscles distract you.”
She snaps once in front of her face. “Hypnosis ended. Let’s fuck, Ben.” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are screaming for my cock. This is a version of Harper I’ve never had before. The person Marcus bad breath has had all of these years. At the thought, my gaze darts to her neck and then the side of her face that he tainted by hate. A hate disguised as love and affection. A hate derived from her unwillingness to spend the rest of her life with him.
Shaking my head, I ask her to repeat herself. I need the dirty talk to get back to the root of our passion. She does and then she slides on her knees up my body to hover over my dick. Using one hand, I bend my cock back to meet with her wet pussy.
Harper swallows hard and I’m privy to her darkest fears by merely glimpsing in her eyes.
“It’s me, Harper.”
I let her sit down slowly, keeping my hands on her hips. Sweat beads on my forehead, and the willpower I have to use once I’m inside her is painful. The urge to fuck her like a bandito on a drug fueled robbery is all consuming. I want every part of her body to smell like me. I want every hole on her body filled with me. My come. Every single thing on her body claimed as mine so strong that every male in the country knows she belongs to me.
Harper tilts her chin to the ceiling and rides me, writhing her hips back and forth in a concoction of pure pleasure and ecstasy. Her arms are down by her sides, but she raises them to pull her hair out of her face on each side. Her pink nipples are hardened peaks on top of glorious, bouncing tits. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? This makes you mine forever,” I say,
“Fuck me harder. I need it harder,” she says, moaning. “Make sure I can feel you inside me forever.”
Permission granted. Tightening my grip on her, I fuck her like she wants. And also exactly how my dick prefers because the second the friction and pace quickens, I feel the sensations rise and know I’m going to come.
“Slow down,” I ask, pulling her to the top of my dick without disconnecting our bodies. My dick gleams with her wetness and I can see the tip of my cock spreading her pussy open. “Damn it. My God, damn it.” Slamming my eyes shut, I try to control my body, but she has complete control over my mind as well.
She slides off and I feel her crawl next to me, her breaths ragged. “You on top. I’ll come in like two seconds.” She licks my ear. Then my neck, her lips traveling over to my mouth. I use my tongue to violate her mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands are holding her head in place and the little moans and sighs of pleasure that escape her mouth drive me fucking wild.
I roll on top of her and cage her body under mine using my arms. Her hands run the expanse of my biceps, her eyes open and locked on mine. She blinks slowly, spreads her legs further, grabs my dick, and pulls it into her body. It’s so warm and wet that it slips in. I don’t move, but she works her hips under me to bring us together. “You feel so good. Stay inside me,” she says.
The light from the bathroom lights the side of her face and I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I kiss her forehead and then her closed eyes one by one. “I never want to leave you.”
She leans up and kisses me, and I thrust into her at a quiet, loving pace. This isn’t fucking anymore. Harper meets my hips stroke for stroke. She didn’t lie, it doesn’t take her long. Wrapping her legs around my back, she digs her nails in my back as the muscles in her pussy clench my cock and draw me deeper inside her.
My neck muscles strain as I watch her face in orgasm. A slight sheen of sweat glistens on her face and neck. Her cheeks are red, her lips are violently pink from our kisses, and her eyes are hooded—nearly closed. “Where do you want me to come?” I ask, dipping my head into the crook of her sweet smelling neck.
Her reply comes in a breathy moan. “Wherever you want.” She digs her nails into my ass, pushing me in to the hilt.
