“Please don’t.” Her eyes search mine. “Stay.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ll tell you, just – give me a moment okay?” I nod my head in understanding. She goes up on the tips of her toes to give me another kiss, which I eagerly accept.
“When I was at the market with your mom, Chloe appeared. She apparently was invited the whole time, but needed a nap or something, so she didn’t leave the house with us.” Her hands begin to twist in each other, and then she tucks her loose hair behind her ear. “I was buying something for a gift, and she made a comment about it. I told her off– obviously. But then, she talked about how you must be delusional for wanting me, period.” My whole body stiffens. “What?” I say, with a calm death would envy. Harper’s lip begins to tremble again, and I can’t stand it.
“You are fucking beautiful. You have had me obsessed since the moment you fell into my lap– literally.” A sharp inhale comes from her. “Is there anything else?”
She sighs, pausing briefly. “Well, after we got back to the house, I decided to clear my head and go for a swim. The feel of just floating in the water calms me, you know?” She begins to readjust her bathing suit bottoms, wrapping one arm around her midsection. “When Chloe and Dalton came into the pool, I decided to ignore them at first. But I wasn’treally enjoying the water anymore, so I wanted to go inside and shower before settling in with a book. As I was getting out of the pool– well– Chloe moo’d at me.” Harper licks her lips. “Like I said, it's nothing. Shit like this doesn’t normally get to me. I think it did this time because I already had a confrontation with her earlier today, and I was still processing what happened. But when she did that, something in me cracked, and I just needed to get out of there. And here we are.” She shrugs her shoulders as she finishes.
“You listen to me, babydoll, and you listen to me carefully.” I pause to make sure she understands what I’m asking. When she gives me a quick nod, I continue.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting more. Fuck I can’tbreathewithout knowing when I’m going to see you, touch you…taste you. I never thought I’d feel like this about anyone ever again, but you came in here, and you obliterated it. And I don’t ever want to go back.”
I watch as Harper's eyes dilate with lust, internally smirking at how her breathing has increased. An idea hits me. I bend down and wrap my hands underneath her knees, lifting her up. She squeals, wrapping her thighs around my body. Her arms loop around my shoulders, holding tight. She pulls back slightly before her mouth crashes into mine.
Our lips move together frantically as the urgency of our need begins to increase. This isn’t what I have planned. So I quickly move forward until I place her juicy ass on the top bench, and pull away. A whimper leaves her lips as I retreat, and she actually pouts.
A deep chuckle leaves my throat, my eyes trailing the length of her body. Feasting on the sight of her, and her swollen lips, I’d be a fool not to dive in for more. Her chest lifts and falls in quick succession. Under my stare, she begins to squirm, thighs clenching together trying to ease the need.
“Can you be a good girl for me, Harps?”
Harper nods her head fast as her bottom lip pinches between her teeth.
“Both feet up, and spread those legs for me, babydoll.” She goes to do what I say, but I tsk. Harper stops, confusion on her face. “I wasn't finished. Now, take those bottoms off before I rip them off your body. I mean, unless you want to walk out of here without bathing suit bottoms?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. She quickly stands up, whipping them down her thighs and leaving them on the floor. She takes a deep breath and sits back, taking her time to rest her hands on the bench behind her, and placing both feet on the edge of the bench. My body ignites the moment she spreads wide for me.
I groan. “Such a good fucking girl. Look how pretty your pussy looks up there, on display for me.” I begin to rub at my hardened cock. I’ve been hard since before I picked her up, but the way she looks right now is fucking devastating. God, she is beautiful.
Her eyes flick down as she watches the movement of my hands. I see that her eyes are blown wide with lust. I move my hands to my side, refusing to touch myself further.
“Touch yourself.” My demand is rough, but I will not allow her to shrink herself.
Her eyes connect with mine as her hand starts moving up her inner thigh. A slow and torturous pace that brings a low growl rumbling out of my chest. When her hand reaches the apex of her thighs, she begins to spread her glistening pink lips. Not once do her eyes leave mine, not even as she swirls a finger around her swollen clit. I hear her breath hitch.
“That’s it. Show me how you please yourself,” I say through gritted teeth. This is all we can do. I can’t think about how her sweet cunt would taste, or the way she’d feel wrapped around my cock. This is the closest I will come to heaven. My fist clenches as I resist the urge to pull down my trunks and grasp my cock.
She moves her hand down, plunging two fingers into her pussy. With her mouth dropping open, a desperate moan leaves her lips as she continues to push her fingers in and out. I can hear how wet she is. It pulses in the quiet space of the sauna. Each new noise that comes from her drives me closer and closer to snapping.
I’m such a masochist. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet, I can’t keep myself from continuing to put myself in these situations.
I continue to watch her pleasure herself, bringing herself up higher and higher. The closer she gets to her release, the closer I get to losing my composure.
“Tell me babydoll. Are you going to come for me?”
She nods her head eagerly. “I-I’m so cl-close,” she stutters, ending on a whimper. She’s pushing up on the balls of her feet as her hips forward with every plunge of her fingers. Her legs begin to shake.
“Oh fuu-uck.” Her words fade into whimpers as she removes her fingers, coated with her arousal. The pads of her fingers move quickly in a back and forth motion over her swollen bud. She lets out a high pitched moan as she gushes, soaking the cedar beneath her. Harper coaxes her body to ride out her orgasm, plunging her fingers back into her soaked core, fingering herself a few more times. Turning her attention to her clit, Harper comes once more, squirting again.
Holy shit.
That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My resolve snaps. In three quick strides, I’m in front of her. My heartbeat is pumping so loud, it’s all I can hear in my ears. I take her in her blown out eyes as they stare at me. My eyes track the flush pink of her cheeks as it bleeds down her neck, spreading across her chest. Her breaths are coming in pants as she tries to get her composure back. She goes to sit up straight and close her legs, but my arms snap out. I place my hands on each leg and hold her open, my eyes zeroing in on her swollen pussy. My eyes dip, connecting with the bench below that’s absolutely drenched from her release.
“That was the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.” I whisper in a husky tone. I’m waiting for her to tell me to let her go. My grip on her thighs are firm as I hold them in position, keeping her spread wide. Every second she stays on display like this, the closer I get to dropping to my knees.
“So…” Harper starts, “Are you just going to hold me spread open like this for your viewing pleasure, or are you going to do something about it?” Her brow quirks up, emeralds dancing with her dare.
I’m silent for a second before my resistance shatters. “Fuck it.” I fall to my knees and dive in.
Tasting her for the first time is like finally taking a bite of a forbidden fruit. She’s warm, juicy and so fucking satisfying. I know instantly this taste won’t be the last, that I’ve just taken the first hit of my new addiction. I want to spend the rest of my night feasting on her pussy, licking and sucking until she’s putty underneath me. My cock is painfully hard, and she gasps and moans coming from her are just as addicting as her taste.
With one hand I release my cock from my trunks and I grasp it tightly, giving it one hard stroke. I can’t come in my hand like a teenager. Each noise that comes from her spurs me on to do more, to give her more pleasure. I need her to come again.
