I curl my fingers and suck harder, and she comes apart above me, her whole body going rigid before the tremors hit.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh.
When I look up, she's staring down at me with an expression I can't quite read.
"What?" I ask.
"I love you," she says. "And I need you inside me. Right now."
I stand, and she's already reaching for my belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands.
"You sure?" I ask even as I'm helping her push my pants down.
"Very sure. I need—I need to feel you. All of you. Please."
I free myself from my boxer briefs, and her eyes darken as she wraps her hand around me.
"God, you're so hard."
"You have that effect on me."
She strokes me once, twice, and I have to grab her wrist to stop her.
"If you keep doing what you’re doing, this is going to be over before it starts."
I lift her onto the vanity, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I line myself up with her entrance.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Yes. Please. I need you."
I push inside her in one smooth stroke, and we both freeze.
She's impossibly tight and wet and perfect around me.
"Okay?" I manage.
"More than okay. You feel—oh God, you feel so good."
I start to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The angle is perfect—deep and tight and exactly right.
Harper's head falls back against the mirror, exposing the long line of her throat. I take advantage, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
"Victor—oh God—harder?—"
I grip her hips and pull her forward on the vanity, changing the angle, and she gasps.
"There?"
"Yes, r-right there. Don't stop?—"
I don't.
I set a rhythm that's deep and hard and exactly what she's asking for. The vanity is solid enough to take it, and I'm careful to keep her steady, one hand on her lower back, the other gripping her hip.
She's making these little sounds with each thrust—half moans, half whimpers—and they're driving me insane.
"You feel so good," I groan. "So fucking perfect."
