"Impatient."
I grin and lean forward, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
"Patience is a virtue."
"Patience is overrated."
I kiss higher, alternating between her thighs, getting closer but never quite where she wants.
"Victor, if you don't?—"
"Don't what?"
"Touch me. Properly. Right now."
"So demanding."
"You love it."
I do. I lean in and put my mouth on her, and she makes a sound that sends my cock shooting north.
She's already wet, and I use my tongue to explore her, reveling in each gasp, grunt, and moan, and when I find her clit, sucking gently, her knees buckle.
Luckily, I'm right there—steadying her with my hands on her hips.
"Bed," she exhales out. "I need—bed?—"
I stand and guide her to the mattress, watching as she lies back on the crisp white sheets, her hair spread out like a dark halo.
And she's never looked more gorgeous.
In seconds, I shed my pants and boxer briefs, watching as her hazel eyes widen into full moons as she takes me in.
"Come here," she says.
"Demanding again."
I crawl over her, settling between her legs, and kiss her deeply. She can taste herself on my tongue, and the sound she makes tells me she likes it.
"I want to taste you too," she says.
"Later. Right now I need to be inside you."
I reach between us, finding her clit with my fingers, circling it with just enough pressure to make her body bow and writhe.
I slide two fingers inside her, and she's so wet they go in easily.
"Fuck, Harper. You're so ready for me."
"I've been ready since the moment we arrived. Since—oh God?—"
I curl my fingers, finding that spot against her front wall that makes her moan, and she clenches around me.
"I want to make you come like this first," I say. "I want to feel it."
"Victor—"
"Then I'm going to fuck you. Slowly. Until you come again. And then maybe—if you're very good—I'll let you taste me."
