I drag my tongue along her slit, lapping at her clit to work her up even more, before letting it tease around her entrance. She shudders hard at that, bucking against my face like she wants to ride my tongue.
I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea, certainly.
There’s a mission in mind now, though, and I mean to accomplish it. I keep lapping at her pussy, trying to let her feel how delicious I find her, how I can’t get enough.
Her moans and whimpers rise in pitch, but somehow, I want more right now.
So I pull back, looking at the curve of her back and the fullness of her ass that I was buried in last night.
“Hum something for me,” I tell her, moved by the whim.
She half turns her head, looking confused. “What?”
“Just something simple. Your voice is fucking beautiful, and you hide it too much. I want to hear it while I’m making you fall apart. I want you to feel how incredible you are in every way.”
“Cash…”
“Please? You should hear yourself moan and gasp and hum for me and realize it’s all fucking gorgeous.”
Her cheeks burn, and she hesitates for a while before licking her lips and starting to hum quietly. It’s a simple tune, something I don’t recognize, but it has the intended effect. It starts off quiet and shaky, but then gets steadier as she gains confidence, and something about that just wrecks me in the best way.
The sound vibrates through her whole body, and I can feel it when I go back to eating her out. It’s like I can feel the melody, passing through her into me, and it feels amazing. I could fall apart just from that if I let myself, savoring the sound and taste of her and letting my mind carry my body away.
That’s not the goal right now though, so instead, I stand up and put one hand on her waist. The other wraps around my cock, and I line myself up, pushing into her slowly. Her wet pussy welcomes me in like it’s been waiting for me, and I have to breathe through the sudden rush of pleasure that sparks in me.
Everything about Harper is so fucking enticing.
She moans as I bottom out in her, clenching so sweetly around me as I settle in. Something about it makes the base of my cock swell, and it takes everything I have not to just pop and knot right then and there.
I manage it, drawing my cock out slowly before pushing back in, letting her feel every single inch of it as it fills her up.
“Cash,” she groans, her breath fogging the mirror. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I laugh breathlessly, holding on to her as I fuck in as deep as I can, wanting there to be no space between us now. “You’re one to talk. You have no idea how fucking good this is, songbird. You have no idea what you do to me when you’re like this.”
“Like… like what?” she asks, her voice gone high and breathless from pleasure. I love to hear it in her voice, the way I make her feel. I can see it on her face too, in her reflection in the mirror, my eyes locked on her as her mouth falls open and her face twists with the sensations.
“Like this. Wet and desperate and open for me. Taking me so good. Like it’s what you were made to do. Like you don’t want anything else but my cock right now.”
Harper just moans in response, and I fuck into her harder, faster, needing to chase the pleasure all of this is building in me.
I can’t look away from her. The way her lashes flutter, the way her tits bounce as I move her with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck. You’re so good. You feel amazing. We are so fucking lucky to have you. So fucking lucky that you’re ours now.”
There’s the sound of movement from the bed, and I tear my gaze away from the mirror to see Everett stirring, probably woken up by the sounds Harper is making as I fuck her and the scent of slick in the air. Lincoln yawns and blinks awake next, and the two of them exchange a look before looking over to where Harper and I are otherwise occupied.
Harper keeps humming as I fuck her, and she hasn’t noticed yet that we have an audience. She’s too far gone to feel their eyes on us, but I see them watching as Harper is bent over in front of the mirror, flushed and needy, making broken little sounds through the pleasure.
Something shifts in the room then. Everett and Lincoln don’t speak at first, but their presence as a part of this changes everything. Everett’s eyes go dark, hunger rising fast and hot, and Lincoln groans under his breath, his cock going hard.
He palms himself as he watches us, his eyes never moving from the sight.
“What a way to wake up,” he murmurs, his interest clear in every word. “You’re so beautiful like this, Wildflower. Bent over and taking it.”
“I’m reminding her of how gorgeous she is,” I tell them. “Making sure she can’t forget it because she has to see it for herself.”
“Is that working, starlight?” Everett asks.