He extended his body over hers, caging her writhing form in his heat and desire. Her hips pushed up against him and moved in desperate circles when he slid his fingers to where she wanted them. Pleading whimpers escaped her lips and her hands fisted into the sheets. Dan had to pause for a moment to collect himself.
He bit sharply at her ear and she let out a deep groan. “I want you. I fucking need you,” he whispered against her skin. “And I’m going to devour you. But I’m going to do it slowly. We have all night, and I plan to use it.”
“Please,” she sobbed, her body fighting for more.
“Let go.” Dan licked her skin and watched his next words dance over the spot, goose bumps rising in their wake. “Stop chasing it. Let go and let me give it to you.”
He sat up and turned her onto her back, his eyes scouring up and down her body. Red blotches covered her chest and cheeks. Sweat glistened at her temples and her bangs curled across her forehead. His chest heaved and he felt like he couldn’t get enough air.
Dan dragged his open mouth down her body to the juncture of her thighs. Their eyes locked over the slope of her stomach and Dan pushed her knees farther apart, settling between her legs.
Harper’s eyes followed the movement of his mouth, moving
slowly
slowly
slowly
until he touched her hot, swollen bud with the tip of his tongue. Her body shuddered beneath him, and he pressed his hands around her hips to hold her against the bed. Dan’s lips locked around her and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He was an instant addict, wanting her taste to permeate his blood, to constantly circulate in his system so he’d never be without the pleasure of her body. He continued to swirl his tongue against her, sucking at her sweetness, and she moaned, clamping her thighs against his face. Harper’s body arched against the bed, and Dan watched her head twist from side to side, corded muscles sticking out against her neck while her hands gripped and pulled at his hair.
“Not yet,” she gasped, tugging at his head. “It’s too much—I need— Not yet.”
Dan pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, then her hip bone. “Fuck, Harper, you taste so good,” he growled against her skin. She continued to squirm beneath him, her heels digging helplessly into the mattress.
Dan crawled up her body, placing bites and kisses along the way, working to keep her anchored to the moment. They became a mess of tangled limbs and desperate kisses as he hovered over her.
“Do you have a condom?”
Harper nodded and pointed at the bedside table. “Lizzie keeps all our rooms stocked,” she said, with something almost like a laugh.
“She’s always been my favorite of your friends,” Dan said, fishing into the back of the drawer before finding one. He turned back to her, tearing the foil packet open. Harper’s eyes were heavy and glazed as she watched him roll it on with shaky hands.
Dan settled back between her legs, gripping her thighs and opening her wide to him, memorizing every inch of her. They watched Dan push slowly into her. Then moaned.
Dan felt lost in the sensation of her. He expected sex with Harper to dull the constant, sharp need for her, the raw aching. But it only heightened it, spearing through him and creating the singular focus of how their bodies felt together as he continued thrusting in and out of her.
He felt whole and consumed, nothing in the world but her.
Harper’s nails scoured his back as he drove into her with long, hard movements, the tight buds of her nipples rubbing against his chest, driving him wild. Her legs quivered around him, her body taut with pleasure, while that overwhelming, electrifying pulse caressed his spine. Dan licked the light sheen of sweat at the hollow of her throat and she arched her head back with a cry.
“You taste so good. Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered into her ear, biting at the lobe.
She began thoroughly shaking and Dan didn’t know how much longer he could withstand the blissful torture. His hand gripped tightly at her thigh, bordering on delicious roughness as he hitched her leg higher up around his waist. He felt her wrap her legs more tightly around him, drawing him deeper and deeper as they both let out another groan.
Harper’s eyes snapped closed, and she writhed beneath him in a way that made his cock swell even harder. He moved a hand between them and stroked her in a matching rhythm.
“Dan.” His name was a hoarse cry, a battle raging behind her closed eyes. Even in their most intimate moment, she still tried to hide.
“Harper. Look at me.” Dan slowed his pace, rolling his hips in a way that created maddeningly slow friction.