With one more stroke through all that heat, I push in, and she cries out “Oh God” as she dips down onto my fingers.
“And what about this?” I add another finger and crook it just right, hitting the spot that could send her soaring. “Did it feel like this when you fucked your hand?”
“No, God no, not even close.”
She tightens around my fingers.
“Go wild on me, Harper. Fuck my hand now.”
She moans, gripping my biceps, riding my fingers, fucking me in a mad, fevered frenzy. She clenches around me, so tight, so hot, so fucking good. Then she screams, a wild, gorgeous sound that makes me want to push down my jeans and bury my cock inside her right this second. My dick throbs, begging to be freed from the jail I’ve locked him in.
But the lack of condoms means I can keep doing my favorite thing—focus on her—and I’m not even remotely close to done. When her panting slows and her moans soften to murmurs, she opens her eyes. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her lips for the first time today. She tastes as good as she did last night. Maybe even better.
She breaks the kiss. “My God, Nick. What did you do to me?”
Her voice is a little hoarse, a lot breathy. Her eyes shine with the afterglow. This is what I’ve always wanted to see. I saw it last night for the first time, and I love the way she looks when I make her come—blissed out and beautiful.
I gently remove my fingers, bring them to my mouth, and taste her. Salty and sweet, and so fucking good. “You wanted to learn what you liked. I showed you that you like it a lot when I reach your G-spot, princess,” I whisper, then slide my hands to her bare ass. I’m rewarded with more sweet murmurs as I lift her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She does, locking them around my ass. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”
“I have other plans for you.”
Her apartment is tiny, and I carry her to her nearby couch, setting her down gently on the purple surface. She sinks into the cushions, her body looking relaxed and warm, probably from having come so hard. The rich shade of purple frames her face. Deep red and sparkly silver pillows cover her sofa. All these colors seem perfect for her. They match her personality—bright and vibrant.
But it’s not her personality I’m thinking about this second as I kneel on the floor between her legs, placing a hand on each of her knees.
“You know that menu of things I like, Harper?”
“The all-you-can-eat buffet?”
I nod. “I still like everything, but if I had to choose . . .”
20
“Take off your shirt,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, darts forward, and tugs at my shirt. In a flash, she pulls it over my head. Her eagerness to strip me sends a hot charge down my chest, on a beeline for my cock. She tosses the shirt on the floor, and I set my glasses on the corner table.
“You’re so hot, Nick,” she says, then smiles guiltily. “I said that last night. I must sound like a broken record.”
“Say it again. I love hearing it from you.”
She leans forward and places her hands on my chest. I shudder, and my eyes close. I want to savor this moment when she touches my naked chest for the first time. My breathing intensifies as her nails trace over my pecs, along the outline of the tiger.
“I love looking at you,” she whispers. “When I checked out your tattoo on my phone, I wanted to touch it.”
My eyes snap open at this admission that she was attracted to me over the summer. “You did? Back then?”
She nods, dragging her nails down my chest to my abs. “Is this okay?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine, her question reminding me of the score. We might have a connection, but I’m here because she wants to learn what she likes, and what guys like.
“Yes,” I say, as her fingers trace lines between the grooves of my abs. “You’re doing great.”
“I remember lying back on this couch that night and opening my pictures, zooming in on that one. I ran my finger over the screen, thinking about how I’d touched you briefly in the park, just for fun. I loved the way you felt, even for those few seconds. All I wanted was to touch you again. To know if you’d like . . . this,” she says, running her hands across my waist now. Pure pleasure floods my brain.
“I do like it.” I want to exist in this moment for a little while longer as her soft, talented fingers explore my body. I want to be her playground. But the more she touches me, the more vulnerable I become, and the more I can see myself feeling something deeper for her.
I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head.
My dick practically begs for freedom now, mad as hell and banging on the jail bars. Her breasts are one layer of black satin away from me. She unhooks her bra, and I stare, a groan rumbling up my chest. Her breasts are sublime. They’re not big. They’re not small. They’re just perfect. Creamy skin and rosy nipples, tipped up and calling for my mouth. I dip my head to her chest, and suck on each delicious peak as my hands travel to her thighs.