Page 137 of Tides That Bind

“All the way up. And straighten them. When I told you I daydreamed about yoga, this is what I meant,” I tell her. “Your pussy at the right level.”

In my head, Harper doing this for me is wild. When she points her toes and straightens her legs, folding her body and keeping herself on display for me, I nearly blow my load in my pants.

And when I see her toes curl around the top arch of the hoop, I nearly pass out.

I cock my tongue against the inside of my cheek. “Don’t close your eyes. Shame to waste a perfect view of what I’m going to do to you.”

I bite what is the back of her thigh right in front of me, right beside her pulsing heat. Harper gasps, and one hand comes down to find my hair.

I tsk against her skin and she moves her hand back up. “With what I’m about to do, you’re going to need to hold on for dear life.”

Before I even make full contact, Harper is already moaning. When my tongue sinks into her, she’s practically screaming.

My name fleeing her mouth like that—desperate, so damnwanted—will be my undoing. I’m dizzy from her taste, frantic for more, like I’m licking and lapping at an aphrodisiac-flavored lollipop and not Harper’s clit.

I reach up and flatten my palm into the small of her back because Harper is writhing against my mouth. The rim of the hoop can’t be more than two inches thick so I do what I can to sandwich her tighter between my hand and mouth.

And god, when she bucks with what little space she has against my face, I know she loves it.

And shit, when she drips against my chin, do I like it.

“That’s it,” I say against her.

I’m fumbling with the button at my waist, trying to help my cock spring free, just to give it a stroke or two to try and calmit down because I won’t let myself go now. I’m going to make Harper come with my nose smashed against her mound and my lips around her clit, the butt of my chin spreading her open.

And me? Come hell or high water, I’m losing myself balls deep in her.

“More,” she mewls over and over. “Riley…”

Each plea makes my hand below move frantic and I groan into her when I wrap a hand around my shaft, applying as much pressure as I can handle, trying to keep my focus on Harper, her body, her smell, her taste, these little, tiny pulses she makes against my mouth.

I hiss when she whimpers my name again.

I lose my focus when I feel Harper lean back, challenging my hand helping secure her. My eyes fling up and I find her staring, biting her lip so hard I’m sure she could draw blood.

She leans back again.

I press a kiss to her center and look up. “What are you doing?”

Harper’s eyes leave mine and peer further down. “Do you want to see a party trick?”

Before I even can respond, Harper lowers her legs so she just sits on the bar with her knees now in my face, blocking me. I grip them, annoyed. “What are you doing?”

I get everything back and more when Harper arches and leans back, her body draped over the hoop.

I hold my breath for a second as she shimmies a bit, opening her legs more, returning what I now consider my most prized possession.

Because she’s mine. Harper is mine.

I gasp when I look down as she reaches out, taking my hips.

She follows the kiss to my swollen tip with a whisper. “Don’t let me fall.”

Everything in my body tightens—my toes inside my shoes, my balls, my fingers that now dig into her thighs, securing her.

“Never,” I promise, sandwiching my head between her thighs and sealing it with a kiss.

And I don’t let Harper even come close to the ground. With my tongue and lips I lift her up and over the edge I’m desperate to jump off myself and never more than when she comes, her voice vibrating against my cock she’s got in her mouth.

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