Page 54 of Singled Out
“Danny’s okay?” she asked.
“Sleeping soundly.”
“Monitor’s on?”
I forced my gaze away from the vision she was, to the dresser, where the red power light shone back at me. As I nodded, I slid my sweats and boxer briefs down my legs, my cock jutting upward as soon as it was free. Harper’s gaze centered on it, and her top leg rose, opening her to me. I knew this image of her, spread out on my bed like an offering of heaven, would be with me till the day I died.
She held up a condom packet she must’ve brought with her, because mine were in the master bath in a drawer somewhere, not having been accessed for more than a year.
“I love the way you think,” I said as I lowered myself to the mattress next to her.
“I love the way you look,” she countered.
With a growl of a laugh, I touched her at last, spreading my hand over the soft skin at her waist, running my fingers down to her ass, up her curves, to the side of her breast. With my thumb, I found the tip of her nipple and rubbed it, eliciting a gasp from her.
As if in retaliation, she grasped my shaft and stroked it. I caught my breath as my eyes rolled back into my head. As soon as I was able, I reached down, entwined our fingers, and dragged her hand upward. “Not yet.” I kissed her lips, teased her lightly with my tongue and teeth. “First I want to taste every square inch of your body.”
I kissed along her jawline, to the spot beneath her ear, then nibbled at her lobe as I closed my palm around her soft, ample breast.
“Not sure I can hold up to that without coming apart,” she said after a gasp.
“Ohh, you’re going to come apart.” I kissed her lips, our needy breaths mingling. “Over…and over…and over.”
In the sexiest feminine growl I’d ever heard, Harper said, “Love me an ambitious man.”
I proceeded to show her how ambitious, laving my tongue over her, roving my hands across every bit of her soft, irresistible skin, learning her body and what drove her the most wild.
Her first orgasm came with my tongue between her folds. Her second exploded from her as I suckled her nipple and fingered her clit. I was lowering my mouth between her legs again, loving the way my name sounded from her lips as she climaxed, when she tugged at me, pulling me up to her mouth as she panted.
“Max, please.”
“Please what?” I asked, then kissed her fully, our tongues tangling and twisting as we ate at each other’s mouth.
She kneaded my ass with one hand, cradling my body between her legs. “I want the next one to be with you inside.”
I nearly lost my load as she dipped her fingers between my legs. When I could speak again, I said, “What the lady wants…”
The sweetness of her giggle as she did wicked things with her fingers turned me inside out. I fumbled around the bed with one hand, trying to find the condom, not sure I could get myself sheathed fast enough.
Harper held up the packet, and I swiped it out of her hands, ripped it open, and slid it on. Bracing myself between her legs, I lifted one of her knees, opening her fully to me. I settled my cock at her entrance, squeezing my eyes shut with the effort it took to not rut into her like a wild animal, in case she wasn’t ready.
“Max, you’re killing me.” She arched her body upward as she grasped my ass in both hands and pulled me into her, impaling herself with a slow, needful moan.
The sensation of being inside her, of her slick heat closing around me, clenching me with toe-curling friction, was nearly enough to make me come instantly. Fully seated, I paused to catch my breath and pull my shit together. “Give me a second,” I said tensely, willing my body to hold out against the ecstasy that was Harper Ellison.
She gave me a few seconds, maybe ten. Then she contracted her inner muscles around me. I gritted my teeth.
When I could breathe again without coming, I pulled most of the way out and slammed back home. “Trouble,” I said, unsure whether I meant it as a complaint or the highest praise.
“You seem…to like trouble,” she said between my thrusts.
I didn’t even try to deny that. I wasn’t sure I could still speak.
With our bodies covered in sweat, moving as one, I drove into her, fighting a fine line between giving in to my own orgasm and holding on to make sure she came first. I was starting to learn the noises she made as her climax neared, loved how she communicated her pleasure so clearly with oh, yes and oh, God, and finally, as I was starting to see a kaleidoscope of colors and stars, my name fell off her lips, and her orgasm gripped her.
I tumbled over the next second, clasping on to her for dear life as sparks of fiery pleasure shot through me. I buried my nose in her long, silky hair and knew I’d associate her exotic scent with the most exquisite of pleasures until my dying day.
We lay there breathing hard, not talking. I had to let my body come down before my brain would start working. I’d come so hard I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be the same again.