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“Fuck me, I want you.”
Her head leans back and I kiss across her throat and over her collarbone, her tropical smell of her making me fucking throb, the softness of her skin a tease I’ll never recover from.
I groan,
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I then move her hands to my belt and say,
“Get me naked, so I can fuck you.”
A giggle moves through her throat as I’m licking across it, and she starts unbuttoning my pants and lowering the zipper.
I slip off my shoes and step out of my jeans, along with my boxer briefs, quickly yanking off my socks.
Now that I’m naked, I concentrate on removing the rest of her clothes and the second she’s bare, I pull her into my arms and wrap her legs around my waist.
“You have me, Easton …
what are you going to do with me?”
The smile on her lips is so fucking sexy.
But so is the thought that I can do whatever I want to her.
“Taste,”
I answer and I walk her over to the back of the couch, setting her on top of the highest cushion.
Once she’s sitting, I kneel down and spread her legs, my tongue going to the place that she loves.
The place I fucking love.
I lick across the very top of her and bury two fingers inside her, my hand moving slowly at first until my skin is coated in her wetness.
“Oh God,”
she cries the harder I flick my tongue across her clit.
Her scent is even stronger down her and it’s fucking perfect.
Everything I want.
Everything I’ve thought about all day.
And even though I’m finally getting the chance to eat her, it’s not enough.
I need more.
I flatten my tongue and wiggle it down, swiping the entire length of her, sampling more, swallowing.
“Harper, fuck.” Her hand is in my hair, pulling at the strands, her breaths so loud.
“You’re going to make me come!”
she screams.
That’s when I give her even more pressure, when I twist my wrist, reaching for that deep, sensitive place, that spot that makes her fucking crazy.
“Ahhh!”
I know it’s only going to take a few more licks to get her quivering, just a couple more turns of my fingers.
And I’m right.
“Easton!” she shouts at the top of her lungs, her legs closing in on my face, her stomach shuddering.
I dont stop.
I move faster instead, watching the pleasure spread through her, taking in every one of her sounds, feeling the way she’s responding to my tongue.
When she finally stills, I slowly make my way up her body, pausing to take each of her nipples into my mouth, giving them quick bites and hard flicks of my tongue.
When I eventually meet her face, she’s just finding her breath.
“You are”she swallows”beyond amazing at that.”
“It’s because I can’t get enough of you.”
“I hope that stays true forever.” I grab her ass, her legs finding their way around me again.
“Why would that ever change?”
I can tell something is on her mind, but she doesn’t say it.
She shrugs instead.
If she doesn’t want to tell me what’s bothering her, then I’m going to reassure her the best way I know how.
To make her feel how much I love her.
“Kiss me, Harper.”
She glances at my mouth.
“But you’re covered in me.”
She goes to wipe some of the wetness off and I stop her.
“Kiss me.”
She finally leans forward, closing the distance between us.
Instead of taking her lips gently, I ravish her, the same way I just did to her pussy.
While my hands hold the back of her head, thumbs pressing against her cheeks, I give her my tongue.
The longer I kiss her, the faster she starts unraveling, her breaths becoming shorter, her pulse increasing, thrumming under my hands.
“Easton …” It’s that sound that tells me she knows.
She feels it.
“I love you,”
I say against those beautiful, plump lips.
“So fucking much.”
“And I love you.”
She travels down my chest, stopping at each muscle, dipping her fingers into the grooves of my abs until her palm is wrapped around my cock.
I turn her face, kissing across her cheek until I reach her ear.
I take her lobe into my mouth, sucking the end before I whisper,
“Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”
Her chest rises and falls so fast as though the anticipation is exploding through her.
“What?”
“I’m going to make you scream again.”
Harper
I’m so full of tingles and jitters and this overwhelming pulsing, I can’t even imagine feeling this all over again.
But I know Easton.
When he wants something, he doesn’t give up.
He doesn’t rush.
He doesn’t do it half-assed.
And right now, he wants me.
I suck his lip into my mouth, gnawing on the end … tasting myself.
Something I never thought I’d do, but now I find it so incredibly sexy.
I release him and take in his smoldering glare, remembering the words he said to me moments ago and reply,
“Then make me fucking scream.”
My response is barely out of my mouth when he picks me up from the top cushions of the couch and carries me over to the living room wall.
The paint and texture are so cold against my bare back, as he positions us, my shoulders rub against the hardness of it.
I hold onto him for dear life, knowing he won’t drop me, but still needing the reassurance, especially as his dick enters me.
“Oh God,” I moan.
The back of my head hits the wall, not in a way where I scream out in pain, but in a way that makes me want him more.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“You’re so tight.”
I dig my nails into him as he rears his hips back and plunges fully inside me.
“Easton!”I don’t expect it.
Nor do I anticipate the intense rush that follows or the perfect feeling of fullness that comes in or the pressure that adds to this incredible burst of sensations.
“Ahbh,” I sigh.
As he holds me against the wall, there’s a quick grind of his hips.
That’s followed by a hard rock forward where his tiny hairs are rubbing against my clit in a way that starts a whole new feeling inside me.
“Harder,”I cry.I need to feel him deeper, I need him to pound me in a punishing way where I’m lost.
And, within a few pumps, that’s what he’s giving me.
It’s a relentless, consuming thrust that I can’t get enough of.
He’s holding my mouth hostage, his breaths covering me, his eyes meeting mine every few drives of his cock.
“Jesus fuck, Harper.
You’re so wet.”That’s because the build is there.
I feel it moving through me.
I feel it coming on in a way where I can stop it.
I can’t pause it.
“Oh God.”
I hug him closer to me, urging him, bouncing over him as I try to meet him in the middle.
“I’m going to come.” The first wave hits me, coming on so strong, I scream out a moan and then,
“Fuck!”
I gasp in some air and continue,
“Easton!”
“Fuck, yes,”
he roars against my face.
“I can feel it.” My stomach starts to shudder as the ripples move through me, each exhale sending more of the sparks through my body.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls the moment I’m still, but he hasn’t stopped moving, and now he’s pulling me from the wall.
He brings me over to the dining room, sitting on one of the armless chairs where I’m straddling his lap.
“Now fucking ride me.” I’m sensitive.
Everywhere.
Every part of me bursting with electricity.
But the only thing I can think of, the only thing I want is to make Easton feel as good as I do right now.
“Wow,’ I quiver as I bob over his dick, moving slow, the only speed I can handle at first.
His hand drops down the front of me and finds that place that his hairs had just rubbed, his fingers now circling the top of my clit.
I don’t know where the energy comes from, I don’t know how this feeling returns so easily, but it’s there and it comes with more speed.
I’m rising and falling, twisting my hips, Easton’s moans getting louder each time.