Page 12 of Promises on the Mountain

Oh my God, he goes straight to the goal line, locking his lips over my swollen bud and sucking hard at the same time I feel the tip of his tongue flicker across me. Then I feel the thick, blunt tip of his finger sliding through my folds. The way his fingers glide along my seam makes me realize how fucking wet I really am for him and that does something to me.

It's like a confirmation of how bad I want this man. Like my body is screaming that he's the one I'm meant for and I need him to claim me now.

His thick fingers tease at my entrance, circling and pressing without entering me until I'm panting and mewling. My fists are clenched in his hair and my thighs are locked against his head. Who knows if he can even hear me begging him to give me more?

Then I feel a single digit breech my opening, pushing into me slowly, testing. All the fuzzy stars inside my head come into single focus as he slips a second finger inside me, his mouth still doing decadent things to my clit while he holds me firmly against him with one hand locked on my ass.

The whole world explodes. Sparks fly behind my eyelids as something breaks loose inside me. And then I'm coming, hard, flooding Raine's hand, his beard, his tongue while he rides out my orgasm, never stopping until I go limp in his grip.

Only then does he slip those wicked fingers free of me to begin kissing a trail up my sweating skin back to my lips.

"Fucking amazing, baby," he whispers, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. "Fucking amazing," he says again, flopping over on his back beside me and gathering me against his hard chest.

I love the hard thump of Raine's heart beating wildly under my ear and the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath, but I'm not done.

My hand trails down the column of hair that leads below a belt buckle that's been worked loose at some point. The tip of his cock pokes out above the waistband of burgundy boxer briefs below the loosened fly of his jeans, glistening with pre-cum oozing from the slit.

The sight has my mouth watering, and the places that Raine just worked to relax coil tightly again.

His hand covers mine when I reach for him though, holding me still against the rock-hard plane of his abdomen.

"April--" His voice is barely more than a growl, making my name sound like a warning, not the plea I hoped for.

"You don't have to, baby, we can stop here today...I'll make us something to eat."

Raine pushes to sit up, but I shove him back on the nest of blankets with my hand on his chest.

"I didn't come up here so we could eat sandwiches in front of a fire, Raine. I had certain-- expectations-- of why we were coming all the way up here."

He looks up at me with one of those infuriatingly wicked grins and cocks an eyebrow. "You did, did you? What kind of expectations did you have, baby girl?"

I can feel myself blushing, but I let my hand wander back down over the thick ridge of his cock that's still hard as steel.

"Well, there are only two reasons a man brings a woman to a remote, mountain cabin in the snow, and if I thought you were going to murder me, I wouldn't have gotten in the truck."

Raine

Fuuuuuck...Having April's hand on me has me losing my mind. It's taking all the self-control I can gather up to keep from ripping the rest of my clothes off and driving my cock into her innocent little pussy.

Which is exactly why my jeans are still on and I'm counting backwards from a hundred while I try to form coherent thoughts. Because April needs to understand something about me, about what's going on between us, what my intentions toward her really are.

"Baby, I can't think when you're doing that," I grit out between clenched jaws as April works my cock free of its confines and slides her fist down the throbbing shaft.

"Good," she leans forward to kiss me and when her lips begin to move away from mine, I follow. I'll follow this woman anywhere. "I don't want you to think, Raine, I want you to fuck me."

I'm on her in a heartbeat, pulling her hands above her head and pinning them there as I drag my aching shaft along her naked pussy, inches away from giving in to what we both want.

"April, baby, you're right, when I threw these blankets in the truck, I had plans for how we'd be spending our time up here but I didn't know you were still a virgin then."

I hate the way she goes limp in my hands. Like all the air has left her lungs and now those pretty blue eyes are looking at me with so much sadness, I'm not sure what the right answer is anymore.

My brain wars with my dick, my better judgment battling against my instinct to claim my woman and make her mine without bothering with bullshit like civilized conversation.

"So that's it?" April's voice goes small as she looks up at me, her lower lip trembling, "You don't want me now?"

"Does it fucking feel like I don't want you?" I grind myself against her, making sure she feels how fucking hard I am for her. "I've never wanted anything more I want you, April."

My hand tightens around her wrists, pushing her harder into the layers of blankets under us, loving the way her eyes go wide with understanding.

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