Page 38 of Mountain Security

“I love your breasts. And your nipples are … fuck, one could write poetry about them.” His words had her nipples puckering with desire. He sucked on each brown tip, feasting on them. An invisible cord of pleasure tightened inside her, connecting her breasts to her lower belly.

As pleasurable as this was, she couldn’t come from this alone.

Yvette’s legs opened up of their own accord.

“I need more.”

Alex smiled.

“You’re wearing much too much,” he said, pulling aside the little scrap of lace, which by now she knew was damp with her juices.

He slipped his finger inside and penetrated her slowly. Yvette had never been touched so reverently, and had never needed this more. She needed him to fill her.

His finger felt thick inside her, and she almost laughed, because she’d been up close and personal with his cock, and that was a lot thicker.

“Yes,” she said. “More.”

“More?” he asked innocently as his thumb rubbed around her clit.

The panties are in the way.

Crazy with desire now, Yvette tugged, elated when he took the hint and pulled the material down and off her legs. Then his laser-focus attention was back on her.

“Show me how you like to be touched, Yvette.”

He slipped a second finger inside her, stretching her. The pleasure sharpened—the deep pressure of his two digits, combined with the feel of his thumb against her clit, made her toes curl with desire.

Yes.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her hands clenching around the duvet beneath them. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Yes. Yes. Come for me.”

His encouragement drove her to the edge—and then right over it. She rode the orgasm, loving the way his fingers stayed inside her the entire time.

“Mon Dieu. That was so good.”

Alex’s lips curled up in a smile.

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

“You’re still inside me.”

“I know. I can feel you pulsing around my fingers, and all I can think about is what you’re going to feel around my cock.”

His words made something clench inside her.

Which he felt, of course.

He looked at her curiously. “You liked that. You like when I talk dirty,” he said, his voice deep and low. “And I like knowing that about you.”

She swallowed thickly. It felt so incredible, to be the object of his single-minded focus.

And we haven’t even had sex yet.

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Alex

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