38. Harper
HARPER
The moment Luke drops to his knees in front of me, my entire world narrows to the sight of him looking up at me with those bright, hungry eyes.
His fingers flex on my hips as he leans forward and licks into my seam. I gasp, my hands automatically going to his head, and when his tongue touches my clit, I moan loudly.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice rough and low.
I do, my thighs trembling already.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “Think I can get you wetter?”
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” My voice breaks as his tongue drags up the inside of my thigh, so close to where I need him but not close enough.
He glances up at me, the devil in his eyes. “Yeah, we will.”
And then his mouth is on me.
The touch of his tongue against my clit makes me cry out again, my fingers gripping his hair tight.
He groans against me, the vibration sending shock waves through my entire body. “That’s it,” he growls between licks. “Hold on to me. Pull my hair.”
I moan again, unable to stop staring at him as he goes down on me. He devours me, his mouth working me with a precision that makes my knees buckle, sucking me before lapping at me again.
“Jesus Christ, you taste so fucking good.” His hands squeeze my ass closer, holding me against his face. “I could do this all night. I could live between your thighs and die happy.”
I can’t respond. I can’t think. All I can do is hold on to him and try not to collapse as his tongue circles my clit, then flicks it, then sucks it into his mouth, tugging before letting go and starting the sequence all over again.
My legs tremble so much I’m worried I’ll fall on him.
At least he’s big enough that I won’t crush him.
“That’s it, sunshine. Let me hear you.” His voice is muffled against me, rough and filthy. “I want to hear every sound you make when you come on my tongue.”
His tongue slides lower, pushing inside me, and I gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. He groans again, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck, Harper, you’re so tight. I can feel you clenching around my tongue. You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The word comes out as a whimper.
His hand slips between my legs from behind, two fingers slipping inside me as his lips latch on to my clit. The hand still on my ass moves, his fingers dipping between my cheeks and rubbing me gently where no man has ever been.
“You like this.” His voice is a dark whisper against my flesh, his own excitement evident. “Look how wet it gets you.”
Before I can say or do anything, his fingertip enters me from behind. “Come for me,” he says, and then he sucks my clit hard.
It hits me like a freight train. I scream his name, my entire body convulsing, my hands fisted in his hair so hard I’m probably hurting him.
He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, sucking, drawing out every wave of pleasure until I’m shaking so hard I can’t stand.
My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, gasping for breath, and Luke follows me down, his mouth never leaving me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls, hands on my thighs, pushing my knees up high and all the way apart. “I’m not done with you.”
“I never come more than once,” I tell him even though the way he has me spread open has me panting in excitement all over again.
“Welcome to your new reality.” His mouth is on me again, relentless, sucking and licking and biting like he can’t get enough.
“You’re going to give me another one,” he says, his voice dark and commanding.
“And then another. I want to see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”
“Oh God.” I put my hands on my breasts, something to hold on to, but when I feel his growl against my flesh, I rub my nipples between my thumbs and fingers.
He growls again, his tongue slowing to do a lazy circle around my clit while he watches. “Pinch,” he says as he nips it.
I do, crying out at the sharp feeling that sparks through me. I keep doing it because it feels great. It doesn’t hurt that he likes it too.
He likes it so much that his hands slide under my ass, lifting, angling me.
With a groan, he pushes his tongue inside me again, his thumb strumming me, and I lose it, the orgasm crashing over me, harder than the first. I sob his name, my hands grabbing the back of his head as I move against his face.
“Fuck, yes,” Luke groans, his mouth still on me, licking me through it. “That’s it. Give it to me. Give me everything.”
I’m barely coherent when he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening, his eyes wild with hunger.
“One more,” he says, and before I can protest, his mouth is on me again. “And then I’m going to carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name.”
His tongue flicks at me again, fast and precise, and I feel the pressure building impossibly fast, like my body is already primed.
“Come for me, sunshine,” he says. “Right fucking now.”
And I do.
It rips through me, so intense I can’t make a sound. My back arches off the floor, my thighs clamping around his head, and he hums against me, his hands holding my hips, keeping me in place as I fall completely apart.
When it starts to taper off, Luke kneels over me, his eyes dark and possessive, his mouth curved in a satisfied smile. “Fucking beautiful.”
He runs his hand down my stomach, and my body arches up instinctively, like it wants his hand where it belongs: back between my legs.
“You’re perfect when you come, Harper.” His hand travels back up, curving over my breast, his palm rubbing first one nipple, then the other. “Absolutely, perfectly mine.”
I can’t respond. I can barely breathe.
He stands, and before I can process what’s happening, he bends down and hauls me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I make an incoherent sound, my hands grabbing his jeans to steady myself.
“Bed,” he says simply, his hand slapping my ass as he carries me across the room. “I’m not done with you.”