“Well, good morning. What time is it?”
“Five thirty. I wasn’t sure what time you get up for work.” She kissed my jaw, my throat, working her way down. “But I didn’t figure you’d be mad if I woke you up nice.”
“You figured right.” I palmed her head, tipping her face up so I could kiss her. “Now, after all that hollerin’ you did last night, what could you possibly want at five thirty in the morning?”
She laughed, but the sound was low, curling from deep in her throat. “You really want to know what I want right now?”
“Hell, yeah. I never know what’s about to fall out of your mouth.”
“I want to suck you off until you’re feeling so good you’re promising me things you know you can’t actually deliver. Then I want you to set the tone for my entire day by giving me every inch of that dick you’ve been keeping from me the whole time you’ve been at RMC.”
“That’s…an aggressive agenda, Ms. Sutton.”
“I’m an aggressive woman, Dr. Vaughn.”
She rolled on top of me, then slithered down my body until her breasts were pressed against my thighs and her mouth was just inches away from where I needed her most. The sight of her looking up at me, her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, made my breath catch in my throat. She was taking her sweet time, pressing soft kisses along my hip bones, letting her tongue dart out to taste me.
“You’re killing me here,” I choked out.
“Good,” she murmured against my thigh. “I like you a little desperate.”
Her tongue finally made contact, a brief flick against the head, and I couldn’t stop the curse that rolled out. She smiled against me like she’d won some kind of prize, then took me into her mouth with agonizing slowness. The wet heat was enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, not guiding her but needing something to anchor me to reality. She worked me with a patience that bordered on cruel, alternating between long, slow pulls and quick flicks of her tongue that had me fighting to stay still.
“Shit,” I breathed. “You wake up in the gutter, huh?”
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against me. “Maybe waking up next to you brings out the nasty in me.”
Her gaze held mine as she took me deeper and I had to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. Every nerve ending in my body zeroed in on the feeling of her lips, the brush of her tongue, teeth catching gently and sending a ripple straight through me.
I tipped my head up, mesmerized by the way her cheeks hollowed, her jaw flexed, the pleasured groans that rolled from her as her lips slid up and down my length.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I relaxed, let my thighs fall open, and laid a hand on either side of her neck. My base instinct took over and I began to thrust into the sweet heat of her mouth.
“Harper…Christ…the way you…I can’t even…” I let out a string of curses, her name tumbling from my lips as my hips undulated, my words dissolved into a groan as she hummed around me.
Harper seemed pretty proud of herself, the way she glanced up at me—smug, like she had me right where she wanted me.
And she did. I tried to keep it together, but she was relentless. Her tongue worked magic, swirling and pressing, and she didn’t let up.
“Harper…fuck! Shit, just like that.”
Right when I thought I’d be shooting a load down her throat, she pulled off, aiming the stream at my chest and abs instead. The release painted my skin while my body vibrated with the force of climax.
“Good boy,” she purred, sitting up to straddle my thighs and stroking me through it, milking every last drop. I gasped and cursed and chanted her name more times than was dignified.
When I finally floated back down to earth, her face hovered above mine, a grin stretching wide across her lips. She dipped in, kissed me, then drew back.
“That was even better than I imagined it would be.”
I sighed, laughing. “Harper…seriously, where the hell have you been my whole life?”
She chuckled, then rolled off of me. I watched her walk away, appreciating the view of her high, round ass, her shapely legs, and the sway of her hips. I heard the tap turn on, then she came back with a warm washcloth.
She settled beside me on the bed and began to wipe away the mess we’d made. The intimacy of the gesture caught me off guard—this tender aftercare following something so raw and hungry.
I waited until she finished, then sat up, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her toward me.
