Page 15 of Sheltered By the Surly Forester

"I need to taste you, baby. Taste your sweet juices to make sure you're wet enough to take me."

Oh my God.Yes. Take him. Have him inside me. I moan loudly, practically counting the seconds until that happens.

It feels like he's holding back, teasing my clit with his tongue, but not yet quite hitting the pressure and rhythm he knows I need.

"So sweet. So delicious. Breathe nice and slow, gorgeous. Let it happen."

A few slow breaths are all it takes to change my tension from curiosity to pure sensation. His eyes blaze, then I feel his thumb nudging slowly around my inner lips, teasing me, making me realize how empty I am.

My fingers spear through his hair, pulling him closer, wordlessly begging him to hurry. He doesn't. He takes his time, lazily stroking, waiting until I'm right on the edge to press harder.

His eyes twinkle with a smile as the pleasure begins to course through me, shaking my limbs as I grip him tightly.

My breath hitches, then I gasp as the fire hits me like a blast wave. A wordless scream spills out of me as I come hard, shaking while still gripping his head, trying to pull him closer.

When I stop twitching, Josh leans back with a devilish grin. "I'm already addicted to that, baby. You're going to be spreading your legs for me all the time. Feeling you come…mmm."

Although I can barely control my limbs, I manage to grab at the neckline of Josh’s t-shirt, telling him without words that I need him naked. Now.

He stands up slowly, then pulls it off.Wow. This man is a sculpted work of art. It would probably be rude, but I’d love to find my phone and take a few pictures of his rippled stomach muscles, his thick arms, and those hot V-lines over his hips. Everything about him is a bit larger than life.

He unbuttons his jeans, hitching them down just low enough to tease. "You're staring."

"But you've left me all alone over here."

A flicker runs through his eyes. "That's the last thing I ever want to do, Emie."

Before I have a chance to process that, he bends over to pull off his socks, then his jeans and shorts rustle as they hit the ground.

Speaking of larger than life…

My mouth is suddenly dry. My back teeth press together. His length is huge, thick, and so hard it's standing up to say hello.

A deep breath does nothing to settle my nerves, but makes me more determined. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his tree trunk of a cock.

It's intimate and strange: his skin is both hot and soft against my fingers as I run them tentatively up and down his length. Josh looks at me patiently, waiting while I explore. As he stands beside the bed, I'm not sure if he even realizes that he's stepping closer to where my head lies on the pillow.

My body shifts, taking the thick head into my mouth just as I realize I can feel his pulse surging just under his skin. His hand lands with a smack against the wall, and his stomach muscles tighten. "That feels amazing, sweetheart."

Most men would probably talk dirty at a moment like this, with his length beginning to pulse in and out of my mouth.Instead, Josh calls mesweetheart. Once again, I have to think that perhaps his grumpy demeanor is simply the result of loneliness, and that he's not actually a grouch.

Licking and sucking and stroking, I devour his entire shaft, just as he devoured me. His eyelids fall shut as he leans against the wall, moving forward to pulse deeper, almost down my throat. Then he pulls away with a start.

He lies down beside me, pulling my body to his as a string of kisses dances across my cheekbone, my lips, my forehead. "Tell me one more time that you want me." His voice is darker, grittier than I've ever heard it.

"Yes." My teeth sink into my bottom lip, stopping me from adding the wordplease.

My entire body hums as I settle underneath him. My heart is pumping so loudly I wonder if he can hear it. As my thighs splay open, my pale skin moving against his tan warmth, there's no doubt in my mind that he is the perfect person to experience this with.

"So beautiful." His voice is softer. "Just breathe and let me in, baby."

From that second on, I let instinct take over. My heels scrape against the blanket as I shift my hips, opening for him. The thick, wet tip of his cock drags against my skin, nudging my clit, then lower. It feels like a deep tension is already building in me, a tension that only Josh can relieve.

I gasp and then moan as his fingertips meet my slick folds, rubbing and exploring before circling my entrance.

"So wet for me." His eyes blaze. "You don't know what that does to me, baby. Knowing that you want me that much."

I smile to myself, thinking that every woman on the mountain probably wants him. I won’t say anything. I already know he would be prickly about that.

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