“Turn around,” I said, keeping my tone gentle but firm. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh, we’re doing this?”
“You think you can wake me up with head, then go about your day?” I guided her into position, watching as she settled on all fours, her perfect ass in the air.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, her voice raspy and full of sass. “I was hoping you’d want to participate.”
“You ain’t even got to worry about it.”
I ran my hands over the curve of her hips, then down to take hold of her ass. She was already wet for me, ready, and when I slid my fingers between her thighs, she shuddered.
“Fuck…”
“You want this dick? Right now?” I positioned myself behind her, dragging across her opening, teasing. She tried to push back against me, but I held her hips firm, keeping her in place.
“Cole…please…stop playing and give it to me.”
I eased into her slowly, watching as she dropped like a rock, forehead resting on her forearms. The angle was deeper this way, tighter, and we both groaned at the sensation.
“Shh…” I warned, beginning a nice, slow fuck. “It’s too early for us to get loud.”
I heard a giggle rise from her. “You think I give a fuck?” She pushed back against me, taking me deeper. “Shiiiit. You feel too good to hold back.”
I tried to move slowly, just to keep the headboard from tapping the wall, but Harper had other ideas. Every time I pushed forward, she matched me, her ass bouncing back against my hips. The vision made my mouth go dry just watching her.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice muffled against the mattress.
“You sure?” I asked, not letting up but waiting for it, the confirmation.
“Cole, I fucking swear to?—”
I chuckled. I liked when Harper got all frustrated and cussed at me to give her what she’s been begging for. I obliged, drivinginto her with enough force to make her yelp. Her fingers clutched at the sheets; the sounds she made were music to my ears.
“Right there,” she panted. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I held steady, laser-focusing on the way her body responded to my movements, the way she pushed back to meet me, chasing her pleasure. One hand slid around to find her clit; a few tight circles later, she nearly fell apart.
“Ah! Fuck, Cole?—”
“You ‘bout to come?” I teased, already knowing the answer.
Harper bucked up so quick I almost lost my grip on her. Her hands flew to the headboard, gripping it like she was about to ride out a tornado. She snapped her thighs wide open, knees sinking into the mattress, and began to pulse her hips in tight little circles, grinding herself against me with unfiltered, aggressive need.
Scooting up, I grabbed her by the waist to hold her close—to be close to her. I clutched a breast in one hand, her clit in the other, and squeezed both, gentle at first, and then rougher when I heard the way she went wild. It was like I’d flipped a switch and turned her from just woke up to coming apart in half a second.
Her body told me she was close. The way her pussy pulsed around me, the way her muscles tensed, the way her teeth clenched and all of her pleas and commands came out like animalistic grunts.
I gave it to her. Hard. Fast. Deep. Skin to skin, hips slapping against her ass, the sound of our impending climax echoing off the damn walls.
So much for being quiet.
Harper rode every stroke, chasing the high, determined to get hers. When she came, there was a sharp gasp, a loud cry, and the way she clenched around me like a vise, I went down withher. I dug my fingers into her hips and pounded out another release, groaning into the pre-dawn quiet.
I stayed buried inside her as long as I could, both of us breathing hard. Finally, I eased out and she collapsed onto her side, pulling me down next to her.
“I’m gonna have to start doing some cardio,” I said, still panting as I wrapped my arms around her.
She laughed. I was proud of how sated she sounded. “Was I too much at five thirty in the morning?”
