Page 50 of Craving Justice

“Y-you,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling.

Softening his voice, he kissed the inside of her thigh. “That’s right.” He pressed the flat of his tongue on her clit, smiling to himself at her soft sigh.

Her taste and smell, the way she squirmed under his teasing, tugged at her bonds, and the soft moans that grew louder with each lick of his tongue stoked his arousal to the point of aching. Only when he felt her thigh muscles starting to shake did he relent.

He rose swiftly to cover her with his body. Harper’s soft whine of displeasure turned into a loud gasp as he entered her in one hard thrust.

The tight, inviting warmth of her pussy enveloped him. He waited a moment, letting Harper stretch to accommodate him. Staring down at her face, he studied her features, taking in the way her eyelids closed only to flutter open again when he started to move. The sounds of her soft, hitching breaths charged the space between them.

“I love the way your cheeks turn pink when I fuck you. Your chest, too.” He surged deep, filling her. The muscles of her walls tightened around him, making each outward stroke feel like he was gripped in a vise made of hot satin. He put more weight on his elbows and pushed her deeper into the mattress with each thrust. The sounds of their skin slapping together and their heavy breathing mingled with groans of pleasure. Angling his cock, he caressed the sides and roof of her channel. A hard spasm seized the walls of her core. Fuck. He almost lost himself. Gritting his teeth, he focused on her face, watching the way she bit her lip as the small quivers built to harder, longer spasms.

His voice was hoarse. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She followed his order and crossed her ankles over his lower back, driving him that extra inch deeper.

“Oh God, Seth.” Harper’s head fell back just as her loud cry of pleasure filled his ears. But he couldn’t come. Not yet. He wanted to make it last for her, to keep her right on the edge, yelling his name, tugging on her bonds before she fell over into sated euphoria. His balls rose and tightened as her head whipped from side to side on the pillow.

“Holy fuck. I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t take any more.”

The moment her thigh muscles started to relax, he sped up his rhythm. One, two thrusts. Shudders overtook his body. He groaned in blissful agony as he spilled himself in a white-hot eruption. Clenching the sheet, he reveled in the feel of her hot, sweet cunt around him as he forced out a few last thrusts before collapsing beside her.

Seth supported his weight on one elbow and untied the scarf attached to the bedpost. Harper’s eyelids fluttered open. He watched as a soft smile played about the corners of her mouth. With her hair a riotous tumble spread over the pillow and the light sheen of sweat on her forehead, she looked well and truly fucked.

Seth was sure she’d never been more beautiful.

Her throaty voice added to the overall picture. “Well, that certainly was a delicious new use for my scarves.”

Christ, she was something special.

He went still. His thoughts raced in front of him like cars on a racetrack, sliding left and right, overtaking each other for prominence. Two dates and great sex didn’t equate to falling in love. But there was something unique about this woman. He’d never felt so turned on, so intrigued and at the same time so fucking vulnerable in his adult life. Later, when his cock wasn’t buried deep inside her, he’d grab a beer and sort that out in his head.

He spoke before she’d panic over his silence. “I should leave you like this with your hands tied for a while longer.”

The way her pupils dilated was proof Harper’s body at least wasn’t averse to the idea.

But as fun as that would be, he chose not to push too far her first time with bondage. “Maybe not tonight. There’ll be other times.” Seth slowly guided her arms down and released her bonds. “No cramps? What about concerns? Did anything scare you?” With gentle stokes, he rubbed her upper arms.

“No.” she said softly and captured one of his hands in hers and held it close. “I’m fine.”

“More than fine, sweetness.” Seth captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. A small hand wrapped around his neck as fingers strummed through his hair. God, she was a temptress. He broke away and rested his forehead against hers. “As much as I want to let you continue, I need to clean up. And you do, too.”

Her answering pout was truly brat-worthy.

“Come on.” He eased out of her, missing her warmth the moment his cock hit the air. Sitting on the side of her bed, he removed his spent condom and tied it off. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?”

“How could I resist such an invitation?”

Seth grabbed her hand and tugged her off the bed. “She fell for my plan.” He steered her in front and planted a smack right on her arse.

She whirled around, but Seth laughed as he dragged her into her master bathroom’s two-person shower.

Much later, after they’d showered, dressed—him in jeans and her in a T-shirt and nothing else as per his instructions—and watched another movie, they lay once again naked in Harper’s bed. The scent of her flowery shower gel filled his nostrils as he spooned her soft body from behind.

“Seth?” Harper rested her hand on the arm he’d curved around her waist.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for earlier today, for not pushing, and for being a good sport with Nitro and Ryan joining us.” She interlocked her fingers with his. “That was really cool of you.”