Page 81 of A Brush with Love
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until he touched her hot, swollen bud with the tip of his tongue. Her body shuddered beneath him, and he pressed his hands around her hips to hold her against the bed. Dan’s lips locked around her and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He was an instant addict, wanting her taste to permeate his blood, to constantly circulate in his system so he’d never be without the pleasure of her body. He continued to swirl his tongue against her, sucking at her sweetness, and she moaned, clamping her thighs against his face. Harper’s body arched against the bed, and Dan watched her head twist from side to side, corded muscles sticking out against her neck while her hands gripped and pulled at his hair.
“Not yet,” she gasped, tugging at his head. “It’s too much—I need— Not yet.”
Dan pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, then her hip bone. “Fuck, Harper, you taste so good,” he growled against her skin. She continued to squirm beneath him, her heels digging helplessly into the mattress.
Dan crawled up her body, placing bites and kisses along theway, working to keep her anchored to the moment. They became a mess of tangled limbs and desperate kisses as he hovered over her.
“Do you have a condom?”
Harper nodded and pointed at the bedside table. “Lizzie keeps all our rooms stocked,” she said, with something almost like a laugh.
“She’s always been my favorite of your friends,” Dan said, fishing into the back of the drawer before finding one. He turned back to her, tearing the foil packet open. Harper’s eyes were heavy and glazed as she watched him roll it on with shaky hands.
Dan settled back between her legs, gripping her thighs and opening her wide to him, memorizing every inch of her. They watched Dan push slowly into her. Then moaned.
Dan felt lost in the sensation of her. He expected sex with Harper to dull the constant, sharp need for her, the raw aching. But it only heightened it, spearing through him and creating the singular focus of how their bodies felt together as he continued thrusting in and out of her.
He felt whole and consumed, nothing in the world but her.
Harper’s nails scoured his back as he drove into her with long, hard movements, the tight buds of her nipples rubbing against his chest, driving him wild. Her legs quivered around him, her body taut with pleasure, while that overwhelming, electrifying pulse caressed his spine. Dan licked the light sheen of sweat at the hollow of her throat and she arched her head back with a cry.
“You taste so good. Fuck, youfeelso good,” he whispered into her ear, biting at the lobe.
She began thoroughly shaking and Dan didn’t know how much longer he could withstand the blissful torture. His hand gripped tightly at her thigh, bordering on delicious roughness as he hitched her leg higher up around his waist. He felt her wrap her legs more tightly around him, drawing him deeper and deeper as they both let out another groan.
Harper’s eyes snapped closed, and she writhed beneath him in a way that made his cock swell even harder. He moved a hand between them and stroked her in a matching rhythm.
“Dan.” His name was a hoarse cry, a battle raging behind her closed eyes. Even in their most intimate moment, she still tried to hide.
“Harper. Look at me.” Dan slowed his pace, rolling his hips in a way that created maddeningly slow friction.
She pressed her cheek into the mattress, eyes squeezing tighter.
Dan stopped moving, pressing their hips flush with a deep push. Harper continued to twist beneath him, her body fighting for more while her mind tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure. He felt her pulse tightly around him, and it took all his control to not jerk forward again to match its rhythm.
“Look at me.” His voice came out with jagged force. His hands gripped at her face and her eyes flew open, a wildness charging their depths.
Lust. Hunger. Fear.
Fear that the overwhelming feelings would last forever. Fear they would end too soon. He saw it all in her and felt the same.
He didn’t understand how his heart could feel like it was simultaneously being ripped open and stitched together. He wanted to cherish her and wreck her. He wanted to give her everything and ask for nothing while another part of him wanted to demand she give her mind and body to him alone.
Her body continued to shake, the tremors nearing on frantic, and she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face at the base of his throat, lifting her torso so there wasn’t an inch of their skin that wasn’t touching. She clung to him with blinding force, making unintelligible whispers of distress while grinding her body against his in a way that was going to make him lose it.
“How is it possible to feel this much?” she whispered into his skin.
“I don’t know,” Dan answered honestly, moving against her. “But I feel it too.”
She pulled back and her eyes sparked with vulnerability. She had never been so bare, and it took his breath away. Her nails raked down his back, digging into his skin as if she were anchoring her whole world on the connection of their bodies.
“Don’t leave me. Please. Just… try not to leave me.” Her lip quivered but fortified honesty filled her gaze.
His heart splintered into sharp fragments of tenderness. If she wanted him, he’d make sure she’d never be without him. Every doubt, triumph, misstep, and failure had been designed to bring him to this moment, where he could do nothing more than give Harper exactly what she asked.
