Page 44 of Mountains Divide Us

Wordlessly, he locked both of my wrists in one hand and lowered his head while he guided my hands to where he wanted them, placing them on his head. His hair was soft, softer than I’d imagined it would be, as it tickled my palms.

I closed my eyes, releasing a pent-up breath, and then he smeared the frosting over my clit. I froze at the sensation, my whole body locking in place as he lapped it up while his fingers slid back inside.

I didn’t mean to, but my hands formed fists around his hair, and I pulled. “Oh God.”

Grumbling between my legs, he said, “Ain’t no God here, girl. Just me.”

He flicked his tongue faster but in a specific rhythm. Flick, flick, flick, pause. And with each drugging flick, the pause became longer until I was nearly in tears, begging him for more. Again he denied me, stopping just to breathe on me, to watch me, making me wait with his fingers still inside but not moving. It felt like forever.

I wiggled under his gaze as he wound me up, showing me he could control my pleasure. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he licked the length of my leg, from the apex of my thighs to the back of my knee. Tickling me there, he moved lower, kissing and laving my calf with his tongue until I was stretching and flexing the muscle because I wanted more.

Whatever he had to give, I wanted more.

I was already begging, my body arching toward his, my eyes fixed on him, watching what he was doing to me. It was sinful and erotic and delightfully wrong in some way. No one had ever kissed my body like that, but it was delicious. I moaned, relaxing the lower he moved. The wet trail his mouth left on my leg made goosebumps rise. They began a slow ascent, moving over all the places he’d already kissed, until the rush went rogue and reached my nipples, making them ache.

He said nothing and moved lower still until he reached my foot. My feet had certainly never been touched like that, but with Frank caressing them, licking and massaging, digging his thumbs into the tender muscles in wide circles, I had to admit, it felt amazing, like some kind of erotic massage, because, with each swipe of his thumb, need throbbed in my core.

When he finally made his way back between my thighs, I was a writhing, sweating mess. Beads of perspiration collected at the back of my neck, but the second I felt his hand cupping me, his fingers pushing inside me again, and his tongue hot on my clit, I came.

Hard.

I cried out and squeezed his head between my legs. I couldn’t stop it.

The anticipation had made me come. I felt his pleasure deep inside, the euphoria traveling slowly until I felt it in my breasts, too, and he’d barely touched them. I felt it in the back of my throat.

My body gripped his fingers, and he tugged them gently in and out while he climbed over me again, kissing me and making me taste myself.

I liked the sweet, musky flavor, and that he was feeding it to me through his kiss was sexier than his tongue inside my body. More intimate.

“Best cake I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured against my lips, and he rolled beside me, tucking me against his chest, his hard cock pressed against the curve of my ass, but it was still sheathed beneath his boxers. He didn’t seek friction, didn’t rock against me, and we fell asleep like that, me basically passing out from pleasure and him hard as a rock behind me, kissing my neck and pulling me closer.

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In my dream, I’d been wrapped in silk like a cocoon. There were children outside the cocoon, running around it, giggling and talking in whispers. Warm arms hugged me, tucking me closer to an even bigger warmth.

A lovely, low voice said, “Mornin’, Samantha. Can you open your eyes for me?”

“Mmm.” I knew the voice in my ear, but the face that went with it was just beyond my sight. A name was trying to form in my head, but it was barely a breath on my lips. “Still sleeping,” I mumbled.

A husky chuckle behind me made me lift my lids, and I found myself looking into two shiny brown orbs. I caught a whiff of puppy breath, and then a long, wet tongue slurped in my direction.

I yelped, backing into the warm boulder behind me on the bed. “What is that?”

Frank’s voice made it clear where I was. “Grum, mind your business. Go lie down.”

Duh. Grum. I laughed at my reaction.

Grum trotted off, and I sat up, covering my breasts with Frank’s down comforter, but I was still wearing my bra. When I felt the soft cotton, the blanket fell from my hands as a rush of everything that had happened late last night washed over me: Frank’s mouth on me, his fingers inside me, oh God, the frosting, and the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. The memory had my heart pounding and my breath quickening.

“It’s just me. You’re in my bed. Did you forget?”

Turning toward the sound of his voice, I was greeted with the most handsome smile as he lay behind me on his side, his head propped up on his hand. There was a twinkle in his eyes. It was a seductive twinkle, and it only intensified while he looked my body over, noticing how my nipples had hardened and peaked. It was his fault. I would never look at him again without getting turned on. And that was it for me and cake. I’d never be able to eat it again without creaming my underwear.

“Sorry,” I said. “Guess I was sleeping pretty deeply.”

“It killed me to wake you, but I gotta go into the station. I didn’t wanna leave you here without a way back to town.”

“Oh.” I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes with my knuckle. “Is everything okay?” He was already dressed to leave, and it made me feel exposed.

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