Page 76 of Spring Tide

“One finger or two?”

She squirms against me, her hips writhing against my hand. “Mmm,” she moans in response, low and slow, but it’s not the answer I’m looking for.

“Harper?”

“Right,” she pants. “Just the one. Your fingers are ...”

“Big?”

“Mhm. Is the rest of you?”

Warmth spreads across my cheeks. “Big enough to fill you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I’m not huge or anything. I’d say slightly bigger than average and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Judging by the snug fit of my finger inside of her, I’d bet money she’ll be satisfied by my size.

“Luca, can you—” She pauses, whimpering as I hook my finger and drag it against her inner wall. “Can you ...” She trails off again, interrupted by another tiny series of whimpers. My finger continues to pump, my thumb pushing and circling her clit.

“Can I what, Harps?”

“Can you use your tongue?”

I kiss the side of her knee, smile against her skin, moving to circle her clit with my tongue. There’s a breathy moan. A soft sigh. I drag my finger out and grip her hips, yanking her another inch closer to my mouth.

The flat of my tongue slides across her slit, a gentle pass-through before I push inside of her. As she cries out my name, her fingers slide into my hair.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she murmurs the mantra, bucking her hips into me. Her body grinds and twists as she wrings out her pleasure. The low, steady pulsing of her clit throbs against the bridge of my nose.

I remove my tongue and draw the bud into my mouth—a few pulsing sucks—before I pull back and ask, “Fingers now?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods frantically, her body quivering and shaking above me. “Please.”

At the hum of her pleading, I plunge two fingers inside of her, curl them softly, and suck her clit one last time before she comes apart. A rush of sweet, earthy liquid coats my fingers, my tongue, then slicks across my palm.

She collapses onto the bed, her own fingers sliding out of my hair as I revel in her taste. At this point, I’m so hard that it’s almost embarrassing. There’s a wet spot at the front of my sweats, a dot of precum revealing that I’m likely quick on the trigger these days.

“You’re so good at that,” she says, followed by another breathless sigh.

I rise off my knees, press one last kiss to her thigh, and take a single step before she stops me in my tracks. “Where are you going?”

“I was just gonna grab a washcloth for you.”

She perches up fully on her elbows now, gazing up at me with hooded eyes. “Just take off your shirt and use that. It’s clean, right?”

“Ah.” I gulp low in my throat, twisting the hemline of my shirt between two fingers. “Sure.”

I suppose Harper saw me shirtless a few hours ago, but we were basking in the dim moonlight, distracted by the waves at Amber Isle. Here, in the stark brightness of my bedroom, I have to admit that I’m intimidated.

It’s not that I’m not proud of my body, but it’s far from perfect. I’m not lean or cut or perfectly chiseled like some of the defensive backs ... or like the number one infielder on the baseball team. I’m a middle linebacker, which means my two-hundred-and-thirty-pound body weight is comprised of muscle covered by a thick protective layer. After all, it’s a body built to tackle and defend.

I know Harper said she’s attracted to me physically, but there’s a part of me that knows I’m way out of my league here.

“You don’t have to,” she whispers, shifting until she’s seated fully upright on the bed. She wraps both arms around me and slips her hands underneath the back of my shirt. Her mouth lifts in a coy smile as she adds, “I just thought it would be hot.”

I shake my head, slipping the shirt off with an amused huff. Bracing her shoulders, I gently shove her back onto the bed and swipe the fabric across her bare skin, cleaning up the mess we made between her legs. There’s a hamper in the far corner, where I toss the aftermath.

“Just like I thought.” She pulls at my wrists, yanking until I’m bent over the top of her. Our lips meet in a fevered kiss, a quick swipe of her tongue and a little nip against my bottom lip before she pulls back. “So hot.”

We shift until we’re lying side by side on the bed. She curls into me, fingers stroking across my chest and down toward my stomach.

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