A/N: Mature content. 🤪🤪🤪

Under the dim moonlight that flooded into Harper's hotel room, her skin was pale, the red she'd added to her lips before dinner looked almost black, and her eyes shone like jewels from behind the black liner that outlined them. Not a single hair was out of place and none of her makeup smeared, like she hadn't just kissed the fuck out of me as I hoisted her onto my waist and carried her back to her room.

"I didn't think you'd actually carry me," she started out in a sarcastic voice but I caught the edge of uncertainty and set her down on the edge of her bed.

The tip of my nose brushed against hers, followed by my lips pressed softly. They already tingled with sensitivity from how hard I'd kissed her, with rough, stabbing movements of my tongue against hers. With a smirk, I palmed my hands into the bed on either side other hips, I warned her, "Walking or being carried, I'm still going to fuck you so hard you'll limp afterwards."

"Hmmm..." she leaned backwards, which pushed her breasts up higher and kicked off her shoes one at a time. Her bare foot trailed up my inner thigh and her toe traced the outline of the erection I'd rubbed into her one step at a time. "I'd like to see you try."

"You have no idea." I pulled back and stripped myself down to absolutely fucking nothing. Even naked, my skin flamed hot and I nudged her hips back with my hands. "Dress off."

Surprisingly, she obliged, with no protest, no insult, no... Even though we were in her hotel room, I blinked a few times to make sure Harper was really there. What I saw was she wiggled out of her dress from a seated position, then leaned back on her hands in the same completely bare state as me.

"Fuck..." I groaned and drank in the sight in front of me.

Her breasts, large and perfectly round, pitched with her breaths and her pink nipples tightened up the longer I drooled at them. A rash of pink spread across her chest and she lowered her lashes in a silent challenge.

Satisfaction pooled in her eyes as she returned the treatment and my skin tingled under her visual inspection. From the rush of blood between my thighs, slight lightheadedness, and aches in my groin, I knew without my own look down that my cock shot her a full salute.

A beautiful moan passed through her lips as my hands latched onto the undersides of her breasts and I cupped them in my palms. Her head tipped back and she leaned down onto her elbows as my fingers kneaded into the warm flesh, soft and delicate against my rough skin.

My wrists rolled and I squeezed her nipples in between my index fingers and thumbs until she released another breathy moan. With a slight pinch, I tugged on them until she gasped, then climbed over her and leaned down over her left side.

The warmth and softness of her breast in my mouth was better than I remembered. I dragged my chin over her silky, soft skin and kissed, licked, and nibbled a path around her pink areola, now flushed a deeper shade of pink. The whimpers she unsuccessfully held back, how she arched her back and pressed herself tighter against me, and her fingers clenched into the base of my skull all showed me she needed more.

I realized that this time was so different, better when my mouth pressed a trail over to her other breast. This time I closed my mouth around her nipple and sucked hard.

"Fuck," she whispered out.

As my fingers trailed over her abdomen, I was rewarded with a sharp breath in and tug of her fingers on my hair as I teased them over the completely smooth, soft skin on her mound and outer folds. Heat pumped out from between her thighs and I ran the tips of my middle and index fingers over her center slit, warm and soft, with a hint of the wetness pooled inside her.

In soft, rainbow-like paths, I traced her outer folds, with just a soft press at the top. Her hips bucked under the teasing strokes, but I wanted more than my fingers down there. My lips pressed wet, sloppy kisses over the angular lines of her ribs, the concave dip around her navel, and the bump of her hip bone.

With a gentle nudge, I pushed her further up on the bed and spread her legs open with my shoulders. Heat and wetness coated her folds as I settled my chin at the bottom and trailed the tip of my tongue up her center slit. She jolted from the contact, then moaned beautifully and dropped her thighs wider open.

"Fuck, I've missed you," I murmured and traced my tongue around her folds, then rolled an edge of soft skin into my mouth and sucked hard.

Her hips bucked, which pushed her mound into my nose, but I pushed my chin down and lapped a strong stroke up her center. Warmth and wetness surged out of her as my tongue rimmed her entrance. As I threaded it inside, heat flushed through me and a groan escaped my mouth into her. As I'd expected, or more like hoped, she tasted slightly acidic, tangy.

Like pineapple.

With a slight push, I threaded my tongue in as far as it went and curled slow, wavelike movements into her. I palmed one hand onto her lower pelvis, with a slight press down for external stimulation, and threaded the other fingers inside past my tongue.

Her wet walls throbbed and squeezed my finger as I rubbed her frontal wall, right into the harder spot of sensitive nerves. She tensed and trembled around me and my tongue lapped up her arousal as it flowed out.

I pulled back and paused at the sight of her gorgeous body underneath me. Her skin was shiny with perspiration and flushed pink, except her folds which swelled a dull shade of red. Her eyes locked on and flashed brilliantly up at me, her breasts heaved with every breath, and her fingers tugged my head down until my chest was almost flush with hers.

Typical Harper, even as she panted down an orgasm, shot me a smirk from my kneeling position. "Need a Band-Aid?"

"You know exactly what I need..." My head leaned lower until my lips brushed against hers, then covered them in a slow, lazy kiss.

"Don't say it, don't say it," she whispered between kisses but the upward twitch of her lips gave away her teasing.

She's getting it anyway.

"You."

Every time my tongue dragged against hers, I released more of the strain on my arms until my hips pressed down against hers and I supported my upper body with my elbows. The warmth from her wet opening pulsed against the head of my shaft, which I nudged into her with a roll of my hips.

With a reach down, I dragged the tip of my cock over her drenched entrance, which earned me a gasp and arched back. Her eyes challenged me for more, so I pressed the top in between her inner folds and slowly pressed forwards.

"Do you trust me that I'm clean?" I rasped out.

Her hands cupped around my jaw and, with her eyes locked onto mine, her lips caressed mine with a warm kiss. "I trust you, Jake."

As her hips and folds rolled up into my erection again, I knew that for the first time, selfishly, I had to feel just her. Like the rest of me, she had my trust, so I parted her folds and lined myself with her entrance.

Pulling back so I could see the moment I entered her, I wasn't disappointed as the blackness of her pupils expanded against her sky blue irises as I pushed into her warm, wet entrance. She swallowed me inside, inch by inch, with heated pressure squeezed around my shaft until I filled her to the hilt. The entrance left me breathless, my lungs seared, and I panted as I looked down and she adjusted to the intrusion.

My hips drew back, then waited until the flutters in her lashes subsided. One tug of her hands on my hips was all I needed before I pushed into her, buried myself until my pelvis pressed against hers, and rocked her hips up. As her insides tightened and wrapped wet head around my cock, her hands threaded up under me and rested on my lower back. Her palms guided me deeper, her lips lifted, and thighs opened.

The feel of her hot, warm, pulsing insides sent waves of pleasure down my shaft as I pushed in and out. I dropped my gaze and watched as I pumped in and out of her at a deliriously slow, almost lazy pace. The sight of her wrapped around my cock nearly nutted me right there, but I had assurances that needed to be said.

I pressed my lips into the hot, slightly damp skin of her neck and murmured into her neck, "I missed you, so fucking much Harper. I'm sorry."

Not that I expected a response, but she hugged me close to her and hummed quietly. Her hips rocked up against mine and the sound of slicked contact rose as I buried myself deeper inside her.

A groan strangled in my throat and choked off my full confession, that tonight was just the start that we both deserved, that I was hers, and so, so, so fucking badly wanted her to be mine.

"I am..." she whispered quietly and halted my entire body into suspension over her.

Dampness brushed over my shoulder and I pulled back to the sight of her eyes beaded up with tears. Her hands met my cheeks and I was so fucking thankful when she repeated the words I thought I'd imagined.

"I am, Jake."

That night, I barely slept. Over and over, I woke up, cracked open my eyes, and made sure Harper still laid next to me, which was fucking ridiculous because we slept in her hotel room. Around three am, the temptation that I touched her grew too much and stroked the pads of my fingers down the concave curve of her side. She groaned and rolled towards me, which flopped her breast right into my hand. Not one to refuse a gift, I rolled my thumb over her nipple until she hummed quietly.

"Waiting for the part where I can't walk," she whispered and cracked open one eye. "Softie."

Her hand enclosed around my shaft and stole my cocky response, so I just pressed my lips hard against hers, chased by my tongue thrust into her mouth. She hummed again, which vibrated through my mouth, and pushed her tongue back against mine.

She pumped me harder, then trailed her fingers lower and cupped her hand around my balls. The soft, massage-like contact woke up the tired parts of my body and a renewed sense of arousal stiffened me up like a rod.

"Fuck," I cursed at the jolt of pleasure that sparked out from my pelvis when her finger pushed into the tight skin below my balls.

How the fuck does she always find that spot?

My hips bucked into her hand as throbs of pleasure radiated up my shaft and pushed out a bead of precum. Spreading it like lubrication, her other hand's fingers circled and corkscrewed around my tip. The sensitive nerves fired up under the soft contact and I melted under the waves of pleasure that followed.

"Still waiting," she teased into my mouth, which earned her my hands grasped onto the side of her hips.

With one jerked movement, I flipped her over onto her stomach and tugged her up onto knees. Reaching down, I stroked one finger over her entrance, slicked over and just as ready as I felt but I only teased the top of her folds. She groaned as I pinched down on her clit, then swiped my thumb pad inside and withdrew some of her arousal.

"Jake!" she squealed out softly when I depressed my thumb over her back hole, which spasmed and clenched inward from sensitivity.

I ignored her protest, cupped my other hand over her mound, and ran my thumb over the tiny back ridges. My palm pressed hard into her front as my thumb teased shallow dips inside. With a slight lean over, my lips pressed into the back of her neck.

"Take it." I bit down into her shoulder and gently pressed my thumb a half inch inside. Without much lubrication, I just twisted my thumb in both directions, clockwise and counterclockwise, as her thighs trembled.

With a gentle thrust, I inserted my index and middle fingers into her front entrance. Her spine flexed and arched and her moans escalated as I moved my fingers in tandem. Right when her inner muscles clenched down, I withdrew my fingers and slammed my cock inside.

"Ohh..." she moaned loudly as her walls clamped down hard on my shaft.

I snapped my hips forwards, withdrew my thumb, and clenched onto her hips. Before she adjusted, with sharp jerks of my hands, I yanked her back and plunged forwards. The head of my cock rammed into her insides, my tip rubbed along her walls, and I thrust in so deep that my balls tapped at her entrance.

She offered no resistance, just moaned loudly and braced her forehead into her arm. The sight of her body kept me mesmerized, the slight hourglass curve from her ribs to her hips, as it jerked back and forth. Over and over, my hips pushed her forwards and hips yanked her back. Her hands were clenched in tight fists and her breasts jiggled as my pelvis slapped into hers.

Heat built in my palms but I ignored it, yank after yank, and tugged her hips so hard that my fingers pinched depressions into her skin. Soft, slick smacks erupted from our contact point and my eyes glued to the sight of my cock threaded in and out of her, the rock of her hips, and jiggle of skin on them.

Her wetness built up around my shaft and slowly coated her folds and pushed me further. I pounded rougher, faster, and harder. Lubrication spread down to my balls, even her inner thighs as I smacked forwards. My breath puffed out in short, sharp pants and sweat beaded up on my hairline.

"Say it," I challenged her with a borderline growl.

"Harder," she whimpered softly as I yanked her back with a soft smack of skin.

I released her left hip, leaned over her back, and clapped my palm over her folds. "Louder."

"Harder," she offered in a slightly louder voice, which earned her a light slap over her sensitive nerves. Her walls choked me harder, the heated pressure dizzied my brain like a shot of ecstasy.

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as I flicked my middle finger's nail into her clit, which clenched her tightly around me. "Fuck, harder!" she moaned out loudly and I slammed into her so hard that her elbows slipped and her head dipped down.

Tension trembled down her spine and she groaned softly, then collapsed down onto her cheek. Strands of her hair clung to the sides of her forehead and her lips stayed parted open as she panted down her release. Her eyes, dark and hooded, shifted sideways and she exhaled sharply as her walls throbbed around me.

Satisfied that she was done, two hard thrusts later, my cock swelled, balls drew up, and I spilled inside her. A loud groan rumbled through me as I milked out my frustrations, then stilled inside her. Her pussy throbbed a few times, so I patted her outside folds, red, swollen, and soaked. She whimpered again softly, so I gently withdrew and looped my arm under her chest.

With a gentle tug, I took her with me and flopped us back down onto her bed. My arms curled around her and I tugged her into my chest, which was damp with sweat and heaved with raspy breaths.

My eyes slid closed when she rolled towards me and her breasts sandwiched my right ribs. My heart beat wildly where her hand palmed my chest but I hooked my arm around her and tugged her close. She patted it a few times, then pushed herself up but I kept my locked hold on her.

"Let me pee," she rasped out and brushed a few flyaway strands down flat. Physically spent, I just grunted while she walked into the bathroom but cracked my eyes open until she finished and returned.

"Don't," Harper warned as my lips curled up at her slow, gingerly staggered steps. She'd pulled her hair into a loose braid down her back and eyes bright but her skin was flushed pink.

My eyes lingered on the faint red, swollen marks on her hips as she slid into bed and resumed her position next to my side. The beats in my heart and breaths in my lungs had both leveled out. While my body sagged into exhaustion, my brain spun until the sounds of her even breaths lulled me to sleep.

Sunlight streamed into my eyes but I groaned and clenched them tighter shut. A few rustled movements shifted on my side and I mumbled incoherent words at them. After our overnight round, I had no idea what the time was but my body felt like it'd been slammed through a hard practice session.

Warm, soft fingers wrapped around my shaft, which twitched and lengthened on its own and drew another groan from my mouth. Another hand juggled my balls with expert precision and, an embarrassingly short amount of time later, I was hard.

Fuck, am I dreaming?

I rubbed one hand over the tension that throbbed in my forehead as the blood in my body rushed into my pelvis. A vanilla scent hit my nose as I turned my cheek into my pillow and my eyes flew open when I remembered it was Harper's pillow.

My chest pitched with an uneven breath when her hot, wet mouth wrapped around my head. The suction she teased over the tip sent throbs of pleasure down my shaft, thighs, and all the way down to my knuckled over toes.

Circle after circle, her tongue stroked the sensitive nerves along the ridge. The way her hands tugged my shaft and balls drew a loud groan out of me.

"Fuck, Harper, that's one hell of a wakeup." My stomach clenched and lower back even arched as she sucked hard, so hard it tugged the already tight skin on my shaft into her mouth.

Tiny pricks from her teeth grazed my head, which erupted micro fissures of pleasure through me. My thighs trembled and hips bucked as she drew my head to the back of her throat, then withdrew and popped off. Her tongue flicked everywhere, over my center slit, down the central ridge, outlined my balls, then drew back up.

"That's s-so good," I moaned as her lips wrapped around me again and she sucked harder.

My balls twitched in her grasp and sent throbs for release through me as her mouth slicked me over with saliva. Her mouth worked over me over, until my body trembled with each hard suck, followed by vibrations from her low moans that rippled through me like seismic waves.

Like I'd stepped outside into the sun, my skin burned hot and broke out in perspiration. My mouth parted in mouthed 'oh' shapes with each jolt of my body. The muscles in my torso locked up, then relaxed and I sucked in breath after breath like I was short on oxygen. The pressure to come throbbed up my shaft and my hands tightly fisted the sheets at my sides.

Tension spread through my body and my pelvis clenched hard as I came in an eruption of sated relief. Harper sucked me hard and swallowed my release, as her hands stroked me to empty.

Both my brain and eyes blurred over as I panted down my heart rate. My forearm draped over my sweaty brow line and I peered down at the sheets to two smug, light blue eyes. My dick throbbed at the sight of Harper as she sat up and swallowed hard.

"Morning." She sat back onto her heels and I finally took in the sight of her.

A smug smirk played on her lips but her face was pink and a few strands of her hair stuck out in random directions. The light blue in her eyes sparkled like the morning sun in the sky outside. Her nipples protruded and breasts hung heavy and, in my opinion, both were in need over their own good morning massage.

My fingers on the side of my face curled inward to my palm. "Come here," I croaked out my dry throat.

When her temple pressed into my right peck, I rolled my head sideways, closed my eyes, and lazily pushed my lips into her forehead. "What was that for?"

"Taking care of you," she offered quietly, but the smugness in her voice cracked my eyes open at her. "And giving my lady bits a time out in case you had other ideas."

"You sure?" My hand slipped down between us, but both of hers caught my wrist before I threaded my fingers over her folds. "I could -"

"I'm sure," she rushed out with a small laugh and pulled my wrist up and over her head. Her warm breaths fanned over my chest as she nuzzled the tip of her nose into my skin, but I had better ideas.

With what little energy I had left, I rolled her over. My hand palmed her abdomen below her navel and tugged her into me. My flaccid cock rested between her warm, smooth, and bare ass cheeks. "Then you're getting this... little spoon."

"Fuck, we need to negotiate -" she started when I cut her off with a low grunt.

My lips pressed into her shoulder and I tugged her closer. "Nope."