Page 83 of In the Net
But I’m not in the mood to take any hints tonight, not after the smart attitude she gave me. I’m in the mood to make her ask for it. To beg for it.
“Hm?” I hum, my mouth just barely touching the front of her panties. I know that the vibration of my lips is enough to wind her up even more, but not nearly enough to give her the sensation she’s dying for.
She moans, a frustrated and annoyed sound that only has me grinning. She tilts her hips, trying to chase my mouth, but I pull away.
“Sebastian.” Now my name is a whine on her lips, almost a sob. Even through her panties, I can see how soaked she is, how she’s dying to feel my mouth against her.
“Yes?” I ask coyly.
“Why are you torturing me?” she groans.
“What do you mean?” I ask, sly and gib. “Is there something you want? If there is, you should ask for it.”
She groans again, her defiance fraying.
I put my lips back on her skin, but not where she wants them. Only on the sensitive parts close by, knowing the contact will do nothing but notch her desire higher.
She presses her hands against my hair, trying to direct my head to where she wants it, but I resist, cruelly chuckling again.
“One of the things I like about you the most is how you go after what you want. How you reach out and take it,” I say. “But this, you’re not taking. You have to ask for it.”
“Eat my pussy,” she says, her voice pleading—but it’s still not enough.
“That didn’t sound likeaskingfor something.”
I can feel the defiance melt in her body, submerged by the need winding through it. “Please, Sebastian, eat my pussy.”
Satisfaction and raw, savage lust roar through me. I drag her panties down her legs, my eyes going wide when I see how wet she is for me. I’d love to stop time and admire it, because it’s so fucking pretty, but the sight has me so impatient to taste her that I can’t hold still.
Harper’s body arches like an electric current is running through it when I finally press my lips to her.
I planned on teasing her more, drawing it out, but as soon as her flavor is on my tongue, my own self-control shatters into a million pieces.
I go unhinged as her taste bursts in my mouth. My tongue is greedy, slanting and sliding over every centimeter of her, licking up her slick length, swirling over the tight nub of her clit, even spearing inside her to coat itself in her juices.
Harper’s thighs clench around my head. Feeling her muscles tight and warm, pressing against my ears, makes me even more feral.
I pull her clit between my lips, lavishing attention on it with my tongue. Her hands are in my hair, curling and grabbing, my scalp tugging and burning in the best way. Her juices are already sliding down my chin.
“Sebastian, fuck, it’s so good,” she moans, her voice strained. Pride beats heavy in my chest like a drum, because I must be doing a good job for her to admit it so unreservedly.
When I apply more suction to her clit, I feel her body pull taut, her hips arching toward my touch. I know she’s close, and suddenly I want to see, hear, and feel her come more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I have a feeling I know what she needs.
I slide a finger into her, curling it, and that’s all it takes. Her walls ripple around me, she lets out a high gasp that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and she unravels for me.
My tongue circles her clit as she rides out her orgasm, her muscles going tight, her body undulating, her moans and gasps lavishing my ears.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, seeing Harper fall apart courtesy of an orgasm thatIgave her. When herclimax recedes and I draw away from her center, I feel high on euphoria.
I kneel back on the bed, draping myself over her, and while her brain is still scrambled from the orgasm, I drop my lips onto hers, my mouth and tongue coated in her own juices.
She pulls in a sharp breath of surprise through her nose, like she’s never been kissed by her own taste before, but then she eases into it. She hums into my mouth, a musical sound like she’s enjoying something she never even considered.
I’ve been hard as a rock the whole time I was between her legs, but my attention was squarely on her taste and working her to release. But that little sound she just made stiffens me even more, to the point where there’s no ignoring the steady pulse of arousal that throbs up and down my cock.
“Condom,” Harper says, her voice a raspy whisp. Excitement fires through me. I pull myself away from her long enough to retrieve a condom, roll it down my cock, and then I’m back over her.
