“Hmm, well close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, so I guess I’d better try a little harder, huh?”
Harper laughed, and Charlie used every ounce of willpower not to beg. She wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t give in. She’dlost the game. And fuck, it was torture but also fantastic. She had a slight fear that she might come the second Harper stopped teasing her and actually touched her clit, but she honestly didn’t care. In that breath, she was needy for anything. Everything. She could hear words in her head, but she couldn’t get them out, so she was excited when she managed an, “Mm-hmm.”
“Is this where you want me?”
She dipped a finger an inch into Charlie. She gasped, but Harper’s finger didn’t continue. It instead spread wetness up and down Charlie’s folds. “Please, Harper. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Harper said as she sank her finger all the way in until her knuckles were flush against Charlie’s skin.
She threaded her fingers into Harper’s hair and lightly scratched. “Yeah, like that.”
When Harper’s lips found Charlie’s clit as her finger continued to pump in and out, achingly slowly, Charlie cried out again. And again. Harper felt so fucking good, and after so much teasing, she couldn’t stop the orgasm that rolled through her. She didn’t even try to stop the, “Harper,” that tumbled out of her lips.
Harper slid her body up Charlie’s until her head was on her shoulder, her thigh providing the perfect pressure against her clit as her finger stay buried inside. Charlie’s muscles fluttered involuntarily against Harper’s finger, bringing small waves of pleasure each time.
“Holy shit, Harper,” she finally said.
“Me?” Harper said, her tone innocent. “What did I do?”
“I need a minute to return to my body after that orgasm, but I’m sure I can explain it then.” Charlie tightened her arms around her. “Holy shit.”
Harper nearly purred as she shifted her hips, grinding herself against Charlie’s side. “Yeah. That. You are amazing.”
Charlie chuckled. “I think that’s my line.”
“It can be both our lines.”
Charlie didn’t respond. There was no good response to that. And words took too much effort. As her breath started to return to her, however, she started running her fingernails up and down Harper’s back. Lightly, but it didn’t take long before Harper started to react to the touch. She rolled into the contact, pressing their bodies together firmly.
Charlie tried to slide her other hand between them, seeking Harper’s heat, but she couldn’t reach, so she shifted until Harper was on her stomach, a pillow beneath her hips, and Charlie was lying on her side next to her.
“What are you doing?” Harper asked.
“Just finding a better angle.” She said and ran her hand up and down Harper’s back. “You got your winnings from our game, so now it’s my turn, right?”
Harper groaned when Charlie dug her thumb into a knot between Harper’s spine and shoulder blade. “Yeah, I think it’s your turn.”
“Good,” Charlie whispered and climbed up until she was straddling Harper’s thigh. She slid her wetness along Harper’s leg until she moaned. She traced her hands along Harper’s sides and down the line of her spine. “You are so beautiful.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but Harper was beautiful, and she should know it.
“You know you’re looking at my back, right?” Harper said, her voice a little muffled.
“Every inch of you is beautiful. Perfection, really.” She dropped a kiss to the base of Harper’s neck and nipped at her shoulder, but she needed to touch her. To feel the wetness that had been pressed against her thigh only moments before. She slid her hand around Harper’s hip and downward until she found her folds, slick and ready for her.
“Oh, God,” Harper said as Charlie started to move her finger down to gather wetness and then up to swirl it around her clit. She ground her own center against Harper’s thigh, needing pressure, even though she’d just come.
“Do you want me to go inside?” Charlie asked.
“Y…yes,” she whimpered.
Charlie loved how Harper had gone from confident and in charge to whimpering for her touch. The two facets were so fucking hot. She leaned up on her knees, still straddling Harper’s thigh. She used the slightest pressure to spread Harper’s legs just a little more. While continuing to stroke her clit, she slid one finger into Harper from behind.
She gasped, and Charlie felt another surge of wetness between her legs at the sound. Harper ground down as Charlie slid her index finger in and out slowly. “Will you add another finger?” she asked.
“I think we can arrange that,” Charlie said, eager to give her whatever she wanted. She withdrew her finger all the way and then slowly slid two back in. Tiny muscles inside Harper quivered as Charlie thrust at an excruciating pace, savoring how tight Harper was around her. It was all she could do not to ride Harper’s thigh in earnest, but she really wanted Harper to feel amazing and have as intense an orgasm as she’d just had, so she stayed focused on her pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” Harper said as she continued to grind against her. But Harper surprised her when she slid her hips back until she had taken the length of Charlie’s fingers. “How do you feel so fucking good?”
“How doyoufeel so fucking good? You’re gripping my fingers so tightly that we might have to stay like this forever.” But Harper had started to move faster. Her breathing grew choppy and her hip movements more erratic. Charlie knew she was going to come and wanted to savor every second of it.
