** Harper **
As liquid heat gushed down her throat, Harper couldn't stop a moan from escaping her own lips. God she loved a moment like this. To see the look in Eli's eyes grow darker and more desperate with every second, to hear the sounds he couldn't control leap out of him, to feel the rapture tearing through his body and pulsing in her mouth as he threw his head back, eyes flying shut despite his every effort not to break their gaze … It was a pleasure so much more intense than any physical satisfaction she could ask for for herself, and she couldn't have enough of it.
Meticulously, she licked up every last drop he had to give, watching how his thick lashes fluttered in tiny quivers and how his lips parted in a staccato of shallow breaths. When the residual tremor seemed to have finally run its course, she let him slip out of her mouth, scooting herself slowly back up his torso.
