clit and she arched off the bed, almost there. All she needed was just a little more. Her breath hitched, stalled out in her lungs. So close...
“Not until I tell you to,” he whispered, pulling away to nip at her neck.
“I don’t need permission,” she gasped, trying to egg him on. To make him send her over the edge.
His laugh was dark and he sank his teeth into her shoulder. The sting only heightened the pleasure building inside her. All she needed was his finger, just a few more strokes.
“I can keep you here, right on the edge, for as long as I want. You don’t get to call the shots, sweetheart. Not right now.” As if to prove his point, he plunged two fingers into her and drove them in and out until she was sure her entire body was going to come undone.
He removed them, only to drag them up and around her clit, but not touching it. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and every inch of her skin felt too tight. So close, she had been right there when he pulled away.
Her nails sank into the skin just under the neck of his shirt.
“You want to come, baby?” he growled, driving his fingers back into her. He worked her fast and hard and had her spiraling toward the edge in no time. When he pulled out again, Harper bit back a scream of frustration. This was a game she’d never win. Not with Ethan.
“Yes,” she pleaded. “Please.”
This time when he drove back inside she was ready.
“Please,” she chanted over and over.
Ethan groaned and buried his face in her neck. “God baby, you drive me insane. Such a good girl. All fucking mine.”
Her walls clenched around his fingers and the pleasure lifted so high that it almost hurt. Her pleas turned to whimpers that turned to full out sobbing. She was there, balancing on the edge and he knew what she needed.
His lips were on her ear. His breath hot, his breathing harsh. “Come.”
Her body exploded and her hips shot up and off the bed. Ethan kept up the relentless rhythm of his fingers, holding her high, keeping her body strung so tight she thought she was going to literally burst apart. His name fell from her lips, over and over again.
When he brushed his thumb over her clit, his fingers still buried deep inside, it set off another orgasm that ravished her already sensitive body and made her tremble down to the tips of her fingers.
His deep voice, whispering words that she couldn’t quite understand, kept her grounded. She clung to him, the frantic jerks of her hips slowing. Emotion clogged her throat. She loved him so much.
He slid his fingers free and traced up over her stomach. They were both still completely dressed but she needed to feel his skin against hers. He reached back and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, then eased her dress up until she had to lift her arms over her head.
His pants, her bra and finally her panties and his boxers.
Harper sighed and ran her fingers along his back. Skin on hot skin. She pressed her lips to his pecs, darted her tongue out to taste him. Her teeth closed and she nipped the spot just below his shoulder.
She wanted to mark him.
A deep groan escaped from his lips when she let him go and bathed the spot with her tongue. He tangled his hands in her hair on either side of her face, holding her down and still. His gaze bore down on her. Dark, hungry, full of simmering heat.
She stared up at him. Her throat went dry and she licked her lips. His eyes dropped, followed the movement. He was hard and heavy against her stomach. She opened her mouth to beg him again, but the plea sat on her tongue.
She lost herself in his eyes.
The swelling in her chest wasn’t just desire.
“I love you,” she said.
His eyes went black and he clenched his teeth tight. A low growl escaped. With a shift of his hips he pulled back enough to nudge the tip of his cock against her pussy and then, just as he took her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth, he drove into her, one long hard motion.
She wound her legs around his waist, angled up to take him as deep as she could as he rocked into her. It was building again, hot and fast,