"Fuck, Sengo," Harper whispered, her cheeks flaming red, though she couldn't tear her eyes away from his. Seeing his want was addictive, a twisted little slip of power, for all that he was ordering her around.

He wasn't the only one who shivered at that image, and Harper bit down on her lower lip as she climbed onto the bed next to him, slotted her legs to either side of him, and opened up her thighs as she settled back and onto the pillow. Her long dark curls spread out across it, her hand cupped over her cunt and still hiding it from view -- but all the better to press her fingertips against her entrance.

One slipped inside with embarrassing ease, given how wet she was. Harper gave a soft sound and slid it out again, glistening wet, and traced the entrance of her slit.

She was breathing fast, a little shallowly, looking down the soft curves of her own body at the way her finger disappeared inside of herself again. Her breath hitched and she clenched around it, drawing it out and up towards her clit. It slid easily over it, lubed up by her own want, and Harper drew small, tight circles around it until she had her own thighs trembling.

Then, and only then, did she give herself two fingers, swallowing a groan as she started to open herself up.

On her back, the pressure deep down in her pelvis wasn't quite so intense. She felt fairly confident she could hold it until after.