Harper’s POV
When Jack touched me down there for the first time, my mind was blown. I had never thought to touch myself before; I had never really even realized what an orgasm was. It always seemed like some sort of fictitious myth to me, I think, or maybe something that only men got to experience. But then he touched me like that, and I learned.
Now, though—feeling his lips and his tongue where his fingers were the last time—well, it’s a whole other level of pleasure, and one I’m having a hard time containing.
“Holy f**k,” I hear myself murmur as his tongue slides tauntingly up my s*x, settling on my swollen bud, which he presses his lips against.
He laughs softly at my profanity, and the vibrations of his laughter send me jerking and writhing with pleasure. I reach down inadvertentl
