Page 18 of The CEO's Obsession

I unclasp her bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside. My mouth waters at the sight of her perfect breasts. I take one rosy nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Harper arches into me with a gasp.

"Mason," she moans as I lavish attention on her other breast. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close.

I kiss my way down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel. When I reach the lacy edge of her panties, I look up at Harper. Her face is flushed, her lips parted. I hook my fingers under the delicate fabric.

"Wait," Harper says suddenly. I freeze, worried I've gone too far. But then she continues, "I want to try something."

She gently pushes at my shoulders until I'm lying on my back. With trembling fingers, she undoes my belt and zipper. I lift my hips, allowing her to tug my pants and boxers down.

Harper's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me, fully aroused. She licks her lips nervously before positioning herself between my legs.

My breath catches as I realize what she intends to do. "Harper, you don't have to?—"

But then her warm mouth engulfs me, and coherent thought becomes impossible. A guttural groan escapes me as her tongue swirls around my sensitive head.

"Fuck," I hiss, fisting my hands in the sheets to keep from thrusting up into her mouth.

Harper takes me deeper, her inexperience evident but more than made up for by her enthusiasm. The sight of her lips stretched around me is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

She pulls back, her tongue tracing the thick vein on the underside of my cock. When she reaches the tip, she swirls her tongue around it before taking me deep again.

"That's it, baby," I encourage her, my voice rough with pleasure. "Just like that."

Harper hums in response, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through me. Her hand wraps around what she can't fit in her mouth, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head.

I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just needing to touch her. The wet heat of her mouth combined with the visual of her between my legs has me rapidly approaching the edge.

"Harper," I warn, tugging gently at her hair. "I'm close."

She looks up at me through her lashes, her lips still wrapped around me, and I nearly lose it right there. With a herculean effort, I gently pull Harper up, claiming her lips in a passionatekiss. The taste of myself on her tongue only heightens my arousal. In one fluid motion, I flip us over so she's beneath me again.

"As incredible as that was," I murmur against her neck, "tonight is about you."

I trail kisses down her body, savoring every inch of soft skin. When I reach the lace of her panties, I look up, silently asking permission. Harper nods, lifting her hips slightly.

I slowly peel the delicate fabric down her legs, drinking in the sight of her fully nude form. She's breathtaking—all soft curves and creamy skin. I position myself between her thighs, placing reverent kisses along the inside of each one.

"Mason," Harper whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly.

"Patience, sweetheart," I murmur. "I want to savor this."

I trace my tongue along her slit, groaning at her taste. Harper gasps, her back arching off the bed. I focus my attention on her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm circles. Her thighs begin to tremble as I slide one finger inside her tight heat.

"Oh god," Harper moans, her hands fisting in the sheets.

I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Her hips buck against my face as I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit.

"That's it, baby," I encourage her. "Let go. Come for me."

With a keening cry, Harper shatters. Her inner walls clench around my fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her. I work her through it gently, only pulling away when she becomes too sensitive.

I move back up her body, kissing her deeply. Harper responds eagerly, her hands roaming my back.

"Are you ready?" I ask softly, positioning myself at her entrance.

Harper nods, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm ready," she whispers.

I push forward slowly, groaning at the exquisite tightness. Harper winces slightly, and I pause, letting her adjust.

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