Everything.
My hands tighten on her waist, and she starts to move. Slow at first, testing. Her hips roll, grinding down, and I groan at the sensation.
“Is this good?” I manage to ask, watching her face. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she breathes. “Just you.”
But I see how her body responds when I angle my hips a certain way, and how her breathing changes whenI hold her tighter. I’m cataloging every reaction, every hitch of her breath—learning her in real time.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur when she makes that sound again. “I want to hear every noise you make. Let me know exactly what will make you fall apart.”
My hands go to her waist, biceps bulging as I lift her up my length and then drop her down again,dyingas she clenches and her body creates such delicious friction. Then I do it again. She assists with her knees and hips.
And then she falls on top of me, shifting positions so that I can saw my cock in and out of her with greater ease.
“You’ve got such a fat cock,” she groans, eyelids fluttering. “It hits my clit just with you fucking me, oh god.”
She rolls her hips again and again, grinding her groin against the top of my cock as I slide smoothly in and out of her.
“You’re so wet,” I breathe out, shocked at how smoothly I slide in and out of her in spite of the impossibly tight fit.
“You had me almost squirting when you were playing with my nipples,” she breathes out, hand tangling in the hair at the base of my neck as her pussy clenches hard, all but twerking on top of me as she chases her pleasure.
Holy fucking shit, she’s so hot. She’s the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. And we’re having sex.
I’m having sex.
I’m losing my virginity to the most beautiful, sexy goddess I ever could have imagined?—
“Come on, big boy,” she groans, needy as she starts riding me harder. “That’s right.”
The frustration on her face says her pleasure is close, but still out of reach.
She’s so confident and in control, but I can see the edges of her armor starting to crack. I can see the vulnerability she tries so hard to hide bleeding through.
Maybe she’s exhausted by always having to be the strong one. Always having to be so in control—even of her own pleasure.
So, on instinct—and with a little nudge from the notes I took this afternoon—I wrap my arms around her and roll us, landing with her beneath me.
Her eyes go wide.
I pause, both of us breathing hard, connected but still. “Is this okay?”
She swallows. Nods. Then lifts her arms around my shoulders and buries her face in my neck, legs wrapping around my back.
It’s surrender.Trust. And it makes my chest ache.
Within a few moments, she’s making the little noises again. Higher and higher pitched, especially when I bear my stomach and groin down low with each thrust to make sure she’s getting friction against her clit.
Her noises turn to squeaks, and I take that as a good sign.
I can’t believe this is happening. That I’m here with Harper. That my cock is insideHarper. That she’s making these sounds for me. Because ofme.
I lean my head down so it’s my lips brushing herear this time. “Are you losing your mind with how good I’m fucking you, Harper?”
Her entire body shudders, and she squeezes around my cock so hard I see stars.
Oh—