Page 26 of Vineyard Dreams

With a slow, deliberate movement, Elle unhooked Harper’s bra, the delicate fabric falling away to reveal the soft skin beneath. Elle’s heart thudded in her chest as she explored the contours of Harper’s body. Elle’s lips traveled down the slendercolumn of Harper’s neck, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on her skin. Harper’s breath hitched as Elle’s mouth found the hollow at the base of her throat, the sound sending a jolt of desire straight to Elle’s core.

Elle’s hands moved with a mind of their own, tracing the outline of Harper’s ribcage before finally coming to rest on the soft swell of her breasts.

Elle cupped Harper’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples. Harper arched into the touch with a soft moan, her body instinctively seeking more. Elle obliged, her fingers teasing and tweaking the sensitive buds until Harper was writhing beneath her.

Elle’s own jeans felt unbearably tight as she ground her hips against Harper’s, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She slipped her leg between Harper’s, the denim-clad thigh pressing against the heat of Harper’s center.

Their kisses grew more fervent, more demanding, as they began to move against each other. The rhythm was slow at first, a gentle rocking motion that soon gave way to a more urgent grind. Harper’s hands clutched at Elle’s back, her fingers digging into the muscles as she met each thrust with one of her own.

Elle could feel the tension building within her. She shifted her position, adding more pressure with her leg, eliciting a gasp from Harper.

The sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Elle unbuttoned Harper’s jeans, and she slipped her hand beneath the waistband. Harper’s body bucked at the contact, her hips moving in a silent plea for more, and Elle moaned into the kiss when she discovered how wet Harper was.

“Oh god,” Harper groaned, breaking the kiss as Elle’s fingers slowly circled Harper’s clit.

Elle’s lips traveled down her body, between Harper’s breasts. She took one rosy nipple into her mouth, sucking and nippingat the sensitive flesh while her hand continued its exploration below.

Harper’s moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with Elle’s as they chased the release that hovered just out of reach.

“Elle, I can’t wait.” Harper’s dark hair was splayed across the pillow, her eyes pleading with Elle as she brought her hand up to Elle’s cheek. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Elle nearly groaned when she heart those words. She sat up, taking a moment to drink in the sight before her—Harper’s dark hair fanned out against the pillow, her brown eyes heavy with desire, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, and then Elle hooked her fingers into the waistband of Harper’s jeans, her gaze never leaving Harper’s. She watched Harper’s lips part slightly as Elle began to slide the denim down her legs, along with the silky fabric of Harper’s underwear. Harper lifted her hips to help, her eyes locked on Elle’s.

Elle returned to her previous position, her body hovering over Harper’s as she settled between her parted thighs. She placed a gentle kiss on Harper’s stomach, her lips lingering on the warm skin as Harper shivered beneath her. She took one of Harper’s nipples into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it, and a ragged moan left Harper’s lips.

Elle reached down, her fingers exploring the slick heat that awaited her. Harper moaned at the contact, her hips bucking slightly as Elle’s fingers teased her entrance.

“You’re so wet,” Elle murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Harper responded with a whimper, her hands fisting the sheets beside her as Elle slowly pushed two fingers inside her. Elle began to move her hand, her fingers gliding in and out of Harper with a steady rhythm. Harper’s breathing grew more erratic, her body arching off the bed as she matched Elle’s movements with her own.

“Faster, please,” Harper begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Elle obliged, increasing the pace of her hand as she continued to drive Harper closer and closer to the edge. Harper’s cries of pleasure filled the room, her body writhing beneath Elle as she chased her release.

Elle shifted slightly, allowing her to thrust deeper, to hit that sweet spot that would send Harper over the edge.

With a final, desperate cry, Harper’s body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Elle’s fingers as she came. Elle continued to move her hand, drawing out Harper’s orgasm until she finally collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and sated.

Elle carefully withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips as she tasted the essence of Harper’s release. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on her.

She moved to lie beside Harper, pulling her into a tender embrace. Harper nuzzled against Elle’s chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal as she came down from her high.

For a long while, they lay in silence, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. Elle stroked Harper’s hair, her mind replaying the events of the evening. As they held each other, Elle realized that she was falling for Harper in a way she had never expected.

Harper stirred, lifting her head to meet Elle’s gaze. Her eyes held a softness that Elle had come to cherish, a look that told her that this connection was not one-sided.

Harper’s lips brushed against Elle’s, and it didn’t take long for things to build up again, the heat between them growing with each kiss.

Harper pulled away and sat up, her fingers popping open the button of Elle’s jeans. Her eyes never left Elle’s, and the sound of the zipper lowering was almost lost in the pounding of Elle’sheart. Harper hooked her fingers into the waistband of Elle’s jeans and underwear, her gaze questioning.

“Is this okay?” Harper’s voice was husky, her own need evident in the tremor that ran through her words.

Elle nodded, and Harper began to tug the clothing down her legs. Elle lifted her hips, helping Harper remove the last piece of clothing between them.

Harper’s gaze raked over her, appreciation clear in her heavy-lidded eyes. The desire Elle saw there was intoxicating, empowering. It had been years since she’d felt this wanted, this alive.

Harper leaned down, her lips finding Elle’s once more. The kiss was deeper this time, more demanding. Harper’s hands roamed over Elle’s body, exploring the curve of her hips, her waist, the swell of her breasts.

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