Page 48 of I Want You

“Shut up and let me finish undressing you,” Harper demands against her lips, trapping Victoria’s lower lip between her teeth and tugging on it with a gentle bite that draws a stifled moan from the art director.

Victoria obeys the command. She pulls off what’s left of her clothes in one swift motion, letting them fall onto the room’s carpet, and then does the same to Harper. The light from the bedside lamps traces a map of sinuous shadows across Harper’s skin. The perfect curve of her breasts, held in place by a black bra, and the barely perceptible tremor of her belly catch Victoria’s eye.

Victoria freezes for a second, admiring her. Harper’s elegance has always mesmerized her, but stripped of her professional armor, she is an almost sacred vision.

“You’re the sexiest woman in the world,” Victoria confesses, running her fingertips along the top edge of the lace.

“Prove it,” Harper challenges, fixing her gaze on Victoria.

Victoria’s hands glide toward Harper’s back, finding the bra clasp with the dexterity of someone who has unfastened it a thousand times in another life. Harper’s firm breasts are exposed, her nipples erect from the contrast between the cool air in the room and the burning heat emanating from Victoria.

Victoria leans in, capturing one of her areolas with her mouth. Harper arches her back instinctively, letting out a sharp gasp that pierces the air in the room. Victoria’s tongue moves in slow, wet, firm circles while her hand cups the other breast, kneading it with just enough force to provoke a mixture of pleasure and consuming desire.

“Victoria… oh, God…” Harper pleads, throwing her head back onto the mattress as Victoria gradually lowers her onto it.

“Tell me what you want,” Victoria demands without stopping the torment of her mouth, descending with small kisses down her sternum, nibbling at the skin of her abdomen until she reaches Harper’s waist.

“You. I want you,” Harper breathes, digging her nails into Victoria’s bare shoulders.

Victoria slips off Harper’s last piece of lingerie with studied slowness, exposing her ex-wife’s complete nakedness to the light. Between Harper’s legs, a glistening dampness is already visible, carrying the scent of desire—that intimate fragrance Victoria would recognize with her eyes closed anywhere in the world.

The touch of skin against skin produces an immediate electric shock. The heat of their bellies colliding sends a spark of electricity through both of them.

“Look at me, Harper,” Victoria commands, positioning herself between her parted thighs.

Harper opens her eyes, heavy with arousal, and meets the art director’s steady, commanding gaze. Victoria slowly lowers her hand, tracing the inside of Harper’s thigh until she brushes the center of her sex. Harper lets out a muffled moan and spreads her legs even wider, surrendering herself unreservedly to the touch.

Victoria’s fingertips, wet and warm, begin to caress Harper’s full labia, spreading her natural lubrication throughout the area before focusing on her clitoris, swollen and throbbing with desire.

“I love how wet you always are for me,” Victoria murmurs with a satisfied smile that sends a flush up Harper’s neck. “I love that you still react exactly the same way as the first time.”

“Keep going… please, Victoria,” Harper pleads, lifting her hips to seek more pressure against her fingers.

Victoria complies with the request. She picks up the pace on her clitoris, alternating it with caresses that travel from her perineum to the entrance of her vagina. With her other hand, she holds Harper’s waist, keeping her pressed against the bed while her mouth once again devours her ex-wife’s in a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues tangling fiercely.

Suddenly, Victoria slides a finger inside. Harper’s tightness and heat envelop her immediately. Harper stifles a cry against Victoria’s mouth, squeezing her eyes shut at the intensity of the penetration.

“Open your eyes,” Victoria insists, kissing her cheek and the corner of her lips. “I want you to see me inside you.”

Harper opens her eyes, flooded with tears of pleasure, and holds Victoria’s gaze as she slowly slides in a second finger, stretching her inner walls with absolute control. The rhythm becomes steady, a deep, thrusting motion that makes Harper writhe against the sheets.

“There… yes! Victoria, right there!” Harper cries out, completely losing her composure, wrapping her legs around Victoria’s waist to pull her in even deeper.

Victoria’s hand moves faster, coordinating the work of her fingers inside with the constant pressure of her thumb on Harper’s clitoris. Victoria picks up the pace, feeling Harper’s inner walls begin to contract rhythmically around her fingers, trapping her in a hot, flesh-tight embrace.

“Come on… Harper,” Victoria says, brushing her lips against Harper’s forehead, intensifying the thrusts of her hand. “Come for me. Soak me.”

“Victoria!” Harper cries out, opening her mouth in a prayer as the first great spasm of orgasm shakes her from head to toe.

Harper’s vaginal walls contract with savage force around Victoria’s fingers, releasing a surge of heat and moisture that bathes her ex-wife’s hand. Harper arches her back on the mattress, her muscles taut, trembling convulsively as the climax spreads in successive waves throughout her body. Victoria doesn’t stop moving her fingers, maintaining gentle pressure on her clitoris to prolong Harper’s pleasure to the very edge of agony.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” Harper sobs between gasps, collapsing exhausted onto the pillow as the intensity begins to subside little by little.

Victoria slowly withdraws her fingers, savoring the heat trapped against her skin, and slides up Harper’s body until they’re face to face. Harper, still trembling from the aftereffects of her orgasm, desperately seeks her lips.

“I’m going to make you forget even your own name,” Harper says afterward, returning the favor.

Harper traces a trail of ravenous kisses down Victoria’s body. She captures Victoria’s nipples with her mouth, sucking hard until she draws a moan from the art director that rumbles in her chest. Harper’s hands slide down Victoria’s hips, spreading her legs and settling between her thighs.