Page 29 of Between Steel and Secrets
I descend lower. My lips and breath skate across her stomach, dropping soft butterfly kisses, and she hums softly in the back of her throat, a slight moan, entirely for my ears only.
“I love the sounds you make,” I whisper and stare at her, watching her face flush.
Harper glances away.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed, everything about you is perfect.” I spread her legs farther apart as I settle between them, dragging one thigh up and bending it as I kiss a lazy trail along her bare skin.
She’s restless.
Greedy.
Demanding more.
“Luca.” Her voice is raspy and thick, fueled by need.
It makes my heart soar. I love how she moans my name, and I haven’t even brought her close to the edge yet.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” Harper rasps.
“Tell me what you want.” My breath hovers over her center, teasing her pussy lips but not yet touching them.
Harper whimpers, and I watch as she grows restless on the bed. “Kiss me, here.” She brings her hand between her thighs, gently touching her mound, showing me where she wants my lips.
“You want me to taste your pussy?” I rasp, staring at her.
Her mouth parts, and she nods ever so slowly through heavy-lidded eyes.
My breath teases her folds, and I draw my tongue over her lips and let my fingers separate them farther, letting my tongue explore over her labia.
She’s restless against the mattress, and I smile, knowing what she wants, what she craves.
I let my tongue circle along the sides of her folds, teasing her, not quite reaching her pearl that she’s desiring most of all to be caressed.
“Luca.” The way she moans my name, the sounds, the sweet masterpiece goes straight to my cock.
It takes all of my focus and patience to pleasure her without getting distracted. I drag my tongue around, teasing the bead and finally flicking her clit with the lightest of touches as her back arches off the mattress.
I know exactly what she likes.
My mouth devours her, my tongue creating a steady rhythm, keeping the same pace, feeling her body movements and listening to her subtle breaths to distinguish the right harmony.
She’s a work of art, and as I compose the masterpiece, she trembles and moans like a sweet symphony. The music, a crescendo growing more intense, and I slip two thick fingers inside, stretching her, teasing her in a come-hither motion.
Her pussy walls clench on my fingers, her insides trembling and her back arching off the mattress as I try to keep her steady, my lips never slowing down or letting up.
“Luca—” Her words are lost on her lips, the closeness obvious from her motions alone, but I keep going, wanting to send her over the edge, take her there and watch her spiral toward oblivion.
Her fingers bunch at the bedsheets and then tangle in my hair. Her nails move to my shoulders, clawing and digging, trembling beneath my lips. I keep the same steady pace, feel the wetness seep and taste the sweet nectar as she moans and chants my name, body trembling and arching from the mattress, unable to hold back any longer.
I continue licking and tasting her with my mouth until her body settles against the bed and I climb up alongside her, watching her eyes lazily open with a smile.
“Hey, handsome.” Harper grins through heavy-lidded eyes and leans forward for my fingers, bringing them to her lips, licking herself, and my cock throbs.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
She intertwines our fingers together, bringing her hands up and pressing them to the side of the mattress, letting me take the lead. “I’m ready for round two,” she says, gasping for breath.
