Page 85 of Fixation
Very fucking far.
To the ends of the world, and beyond.
More.
I move around, swiping my tongue over her lips. Back to her clit. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue while grazing my fingers over the softer, innermost parts of her.
I could come like that.
I could die like that.
“Mmm.” Harper shudders, beginning to stir awake, though not fully. “Please. So good.”
A smile curves my lips. I can make this better for her. I will.
My thermometer is within reach, on the top of the cart next to her bed. I grab it blindly, sucking on her clit as hard as I can.
Her mesmerizing, horrified eyes open up for me. “No!”
“Good morning.” I bring the thermometer closer to her pussy.
“Stop,” she gasps, her voice throaty from sleep. So fucking hot. “No, get off me.”
“Never.” One last kiss to her clit, and I sit up, spitting on the thermometer to lube it for her. “And I said good morning. It’s rude not to say it back.”
“What’s so good about it?” Her body language says otherwise. Flushed skin. Soaking cunt. Her thighs squeezing as I rub her pussy. “Let me go.”
“Can’t discharge you yet, Miss Arlington.” I hold the thermometer up for her to see.
The way her mouth rounds in the shape of anOshould be framed. Hung in my living room. Immortalized.
“What does it say?” she whispers, then moans.
“I was wrong before,” I lie to her, stroking her walls. The feel of her fluttering around me is otherworldly. “Oral readings aren’t the most accurate. I prefer the other method.”
“If I let you do your sick little exam, will you stop touching me?” There’s regret in her voice. In her eyes.
Like if I told her that yes, that I’d stop finger-fucking her, she’d be disappointed.
I know I’d be.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
“Yes, I do!” Pushing my finger deeper inside her gets me a, “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”
“You’re confused.” I tilt my head, barely hanging on. Barely containing my urges.
Later, in the shower, I’ll jerk off to this moment.
“Relax for me.”
“Why?”
The gaze I level at Harper silences her. She closes her pretty mouth, her throat working as she gulps. As she moans silently.
“As I said, I’m going to check your fever.” The thermometer goes lower, the tip nudging at her ass.
Harper whimpers, “Please.”
