He was already fingering her swollen, slippery clit again, and her thighs clenched around his hand as though unsure whether she wanted to keep him there or push him out.“Where’s that toy of yours, hmm? I think it’s time we played with it together.”
Slowly, she rolled her body so they were facing one another, her hair a wild tangle around his hands and jaw reddened from his rough kisses. Still, she smiled hazily and led him into the cabin.
25
Harper was so overwhelmed by pleasure that she could barely breathe. The space between her legs throbbed with the ghost of Fraser’s cock as she hopped onto the bed. They’d shut the door, leaving Bernard to curl up on the couch with their abandoned clothes in the front room.
She could have told Fraser where her vibrator was, tucked into the drawer in the nightstand beside her, but it was much more fun to watch him tear through her suitcase like a man possessed, half-naked, tattoos flexing around freckled sinew and muscle.
When the remaining contents of her suitcase were strewn about the floor, he growled in frustration. “Where is it?”
“Oh, you mean this?” Harper slid open the drawer and pulled out the rose-shaped toy, eagerness plunging through her like a stone into a lake. She shivered when he glanced sharply at her, eyes darkening as he licked his lips.
“Evil woman.”
She grinned. Opened her legs wide to bear herself to him as she reclined against the pillows.
“I want to watch you,” he confessed gruffly. “Will you show me how you use it, love?”
She gulped. She’d never touched herself in front of someone before, never wanted to. But the hunger in his eyes devoured her own self-consciousness, and she realised, with her hand curled around her favourite toy, that perhaps she would give him anything he asked for if it meant he kept looking at her like that.
She inched a lazy finger between her slick folds. When she reached her clit, she whimpered and bit down roughly on her bottom lip, half-expecting to taste blood. “I’m already so sensitive,” she admitted. “I don’t know if I can.”
But Fraser’s hand was already wrapped around his length, which was hardening again. She felt like she might have come then and there just from the sight of him and what it meant: that he wanted her, badly.
Half of her wanted to crawl over to him, tear him back to bed with her and close this gaping distance. Half of her never wanted to move. She found that she wanted to watch him, too. When he’d been behind her, she’d hated not being able to see him come inside of her. Now, she had the perfect view.
“If you need to stop, we’ll stop,” he said.
“I never want to stop with you,” she admitted – then flicked the button on her toy. It came to life with a faint buzz – she’d been embarrassed to order anything louder – and she suddenly regretted choosing something so quiet, so subtle.
Before she started, she pinched her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. Fraser swore, pumping his dick again. Urging her on.
She pressed the toy to her overstimulated clit, gently at first, to make sure she could handle it.
She could. Just.
Her head tipped back without her permission, and it was an effort to keep her eyes open, to watch him as the silicone lapped at her. It wasn’t nearly as warm or satisfying as his tongue, but it was quicker, harsher, and it didn’t take long for a knot to build.
“Good lass,” he breathed. “Just like that.”
“Aren’t you going to help?”
Fraser steeled himself, barely able to tear his hands from his length for long enough to crawl onto the bed. He took the toy from her trembling fingers, planting heavy, hot kisses against her mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.”
She thanked him by tracing the outline of his tip, relishing in his sharp intake of breath when she followed the thick vein down his shaft. He responded in kind, finally pressing the toy back where she needed it until her legs were quaking and she was crying out. He watched her with a feverish, ravenous expression as she grew closer to her third climax. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he plunged his finger inside her, the friction audible.
“Oh, god.” A tear rolled down her cheek. She could barely hold herself up, but she kept her momentum as she worked him, too, revelling in his groans until her core tightened and she knew she was done for.
“I’m coming, Fraser,” she let out shakily, and then couldn’t contain her cries as both he and the toy left her unravelled. Her orgasm ripped through her, reducing her words to incoherent panting, and then she was pushing away the toy, his hands, without meaning to, afraid that any more would leave her shattered in pieces on the bed.
“Fuckinghell, Harp.” He grunted, thrusting harder into her hand once, twice. It was all it took for him to climax with her, a shuddering weight on top of her spent, bliss-flooded body. He muttered her name, over and over. Not the one her parents had given her, but the shortened version only he used:Harp, Harp, Harp. Like she was a song he wanted to sing on repeat. Like she was his.
When her body settled back into the mattress, she sucked in a ragged breath and clamped her legs around his body. As fun as their game had been, she needed to feel him again, needed him to cling to her like a second skin. She felt safest only when he was that close.
He turned the toy off, pushed it aside. Left kisses on her jaw, her shoulder, her collarbone, until there was no part of her skin left unmarred by him. Until she might as well have been ashes in his hands.
I never want to lose this.
