Page 82 of In the Net
She feels so fucking good filling my hands that my jaw clenches, and I groan. The base of my cock is hammering to the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat, my balls tight and heavy. My boxer-briefs are like a prison for my throbbing dick, the ache becoming too much to bear.
Harper grinds against me, her body seeking friction. Her panties brush against the outline of my cock, and a wave of pleasure detonates through me. Sparks shoot through my bloodstream, hot flames of bliss licking at my groin.
It’s too good. If I let her do that again, I’ll come in my pants just like she predicted, before I can enjoy her body like I want to.
I lift her up and march her to my bed, dropping her flat on top of my covers. I give myself a second to let my gaze rake over her.
Fucking hell. Her tits behind the cups of her bra, her smooth stomach, her bare shoulders, the delicious curve of her hip, her long, long legs …
Forget about coming in my pants from her grinding against me, it could happen from me just looking at her.
The best thing I can do to avoid that is to get these damn boxers off, so I don’t have the fabric pressed tight against my swollen head, giving it friction with every throb and twitch of my length.
Relief washes through me as my cock springs free, standing straight at attention and bobbing in the air.
Harper’s gaze lands on it, and her eyes go wide, flashing with astonishment. Pride thrums in my chest, a smug grin carving on my face.
“See something you like?” I tease.
For once, my mouthy girlfriend is speechless.
Her eyes clock the smug look beaming on my face, and familiar defiance rises to them.
A grin of anticipation curls on that sweet mouth of hers that I was just kissing. She reaches behind her, and when she unhooks her bra, letting her tits spill out, now I’m the one who’s speechless.
Fucking hell. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous. Her tits are the perfect size. My palms buzz knowing how well they’d fit, like the two parts were made for each other. Her nipples are pink, already firmed into hard beads.
There’s a thick knot in my throat. I can’t even groan in appreciation or let out a strained curse like I want to. I’m in a trance. My body buzzes, blood flow pounding in my ears.
“Speechless?” she taunts.
This fucking girl. As much as her body drives me crazy, as much as her perfect tits are driving me so crazy that it feels like my brain has completely malfunctioned, the part of her body that’s always turned me on the most is her mouth. Even when I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
My brain finally slides into gear, and I drop to the bed, covering her body with mine. My skin sizzles where I make contact with her, which right now, is practically everywhere.
Her tits against the planes of my chest, her soft belly against my abs, her warm thighs against my hips, her arms curling around my shoulders and her fingers spearing into my hair—my nerves are thrumming from head to toe, cock painfully hard as it rests against the fabric of her panties, the only article of clothing either of us have on.
I can feel heat radiating from her center. The way my balls tighten and my groin swells even more in response reminds me that blowing my load way earlier than I want to is still a distinct threat.
I kiss her wildly: her lips, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones that turn me on so fucking much it’s irrational. When my lips scrape against a spot on the left side of her neck, halfwaybetween her ear and her shoulder, a wild shudder ripples through her, and I know I’ve found the place that drives her wild.
A sly, satisfied feeling rolls through me as I concentrate on that area. I’m proven right by how her body quivers, how her breath gets shaky, how tiny moans start popping from her mouth even though I know she’s still trying to hold onto some composure.
She can try—that’s only going to make it more fun when I finally make her lose all of it.
I crawl down her body, finally taking her tits in my hands. With my right thumb toying with her taut nipple, I cover the other with my mouth, my tongue drawing hot circles around it.
Her body is responding, but her breathing is measured and intentional, like she’s willing herself to stay in control, not to let that last thread of composure snap like I want it to.
Well, I know what to do about that.
I kiss down the rest of her body, giving extra attention to her cute belly button that’s always made my brain short-circuit whenever she was wearing something that let me catch a glimpse of it. I drag my lips around the outlines of her hip bones, loving how soft and smooth her skin is down there.
Finally, I settle between her legs.
I drop hot kisses on her inner thighs, letting my nose glance against the fabric of her panties right over her slit while I turn from one to the other, knowing that ghost of touch right where she needs it most must be driving her crazy.
“Sebastian,” she groans, and cruel satisfaction streaks through me. She wants me to take the hint, to finally pull these panties down her legs and taste this pussy that’s yearning for my touch.
