Page 41 of Seeing Harper

Clay hesitated, realizing that she might still not know what they were to each other. “You're sure?”

“Yes. No bites, no finality. We can talk about it all later. I don’t want to do this with anyone else.”

Clay’s desires won out over his common sense and he grabbed her legs where he’s been holding her calves only seconds before and spread them wide, flinging himself down between her legs and burying his face in the most private places of her body.

Harper’s back arched off the blanket as she grasped his shoulders, his hair, anything she could find to hold on to as his tongue worked her, showed her what she’d always wondered about. “Oh, yes,” she whispered as he took her higher and higher, making her open her legs even wider to give him better access.

Then suddenly, just as she reached what she thought might be the crest everyone talked about, he was gone. She opened her eyes as she gasped, pushing herself up off the blanket to look for him.

There he was, standing at the blanket’s edge with the moonshine highlighting all the muscles in his body as he stripped off his jeans and boxers, leaving them in a heap where he stood, pausing only long enough to stroke himself as he looked down at her waiting for him. “Is it still yes?”

“Yes!” she practically growled, her Tiger adding some of its own impatience to the mix.

Clay went to his knees and crawled to her, moving up her body and causing her to lie back down as he moved forward. He lay his lower body against hers, as he lapped at her breasts and sucked them into his mouth one at a time.

Harper’s hips came up and rolled under his, causing him to lightly graze his teeth across her nipple.

“Don’t bite,” she whispered as she grabbed his head and held it against her chest.

He suckled her nipple again, flicking it with his tongue as he held it between his teeth.

Harper whimpered as she pressed her hips against him again.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes!” she hissed.

He went up on his hands, holding his upper body above Harper as he pressed his hips against hers, thrusting his hips slowly as he dragged the length of his cock up and down her slit.

“Feels so good,” she murmured, moving her hips in tandem with his to increase the friction between them.

“Hold on,” he growled.

Harper’s eyes opened and stared at him as he lined up the head of his dick with the entrance hidden between her very swollen, very wet vulva.

“Yes?” he whispered hoarsely.

“Yes, damn it, yes!” she insisted.

Clay slammed his hips forward.

Harper screamed and dug her nails into his triceps.

Clay went perfectly still, waiting for her body to relax from the position it was locked in.

He felt it moments later when she began to relax and took her first breath.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked up at him.

“You alright” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, not really wanting to talk at all because all she wanted to do was feel, but knowing if she didn’t speak, he’d stop.

He leaned down enough to kiss the corner of her mouth, then moved his hips just enough to see how she’d react.

When she moaned in pleasure rather than push him away in pain, he knew he had no more reason to wait. He began moving, withdrawing just enough to give himself room to thrust back inside, his hips rolling with every thrust, his pelvic bone pressing against the swell of her clit with each stroke.

“Faster,” she whispered.