She lowers herself all the way to the base, and I lift my knees, giving her support to go as deep and hard as she wants.
"God, I've missed this. I've missed us," she pants.
I grip the sheets, watching every damn second as she rides me like her own personal fuck toy. Listening to every breath, every moan. The flush spreads over her chest and crawls up her throat.
"Okay. Good hand on my throat, Ace," she orders.
I don't hesitate. I wrap my hand around her neck—I don't squeeze, I just rest it there—and she lets go. Hips rolling. Her clit rubbing against me.
"I'm close," she moans.
I can't help myself. I thrust up into her, deeper. I need it. She needs it. She screams out, and that's enough to send me right over the edge.
I come so hard I almost black out. She slows her pace, riding out every wave of her own pleasure. And when she's spent, she leans down and kisses me.
"Good morning, handsome," she whispers before peppering kisses along my jaw.
"I love these kinda wake-up calls."
I dip my head and start kissing her neck, making her giggle in response. I fuckin’ love when she’s in her post-climax state and so sensitive to the lightest of touches.
"Me too."
I slide my hand down her side and cup her ass.
"Now, you've had your fun. Get your ass up here." I order, tapping once.
She pulls back, studying me, eyebrows knitted. I know she can’t resist.
"Sit on my face, Harper." I say, eyebrow arched.
"Excuse me?"
She bites her lip, holding back her naughty grin.
I laugh. "I said, come and sit on my face and let me clean up my mess."
"Ace Sterling. I am not sitting on your face when you're in this condition."
She crosses her arms over her chest, which makes her tits look so fucking good I'm almost salivating.
"One." I start.
"Ace—"
"Two."
Her cheeks now have a gorgeous red flush.
"If I get to three, I'm going to launch myself at you, toss you across this bed, and eat you out. I don’t care if I hurt myself. Your choice." I shrug, keeping it cool.
Even moving my shoulder an inch has me wincing. Fuckin' arm. And she might kill me.
"You're ridiculous," she mutters.
I squeeze her ass.
"Nah. I'm just hungry, sweetheart. Man needs a proper breakfast."
