Page 14 of Made for the Mountain Man

Chapter 7

Brooks

I watch Violet sleep as the morning light streams through the sheer curtains of my bedroom window. Her chest rises and falls enticingly with each soft breath, and her long, light brown hair splays across my pillow. If I woke up to this sight for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

I’m embarrassed that we ran into each other while I was stoned off my ass last night, but it got her into my bed, so I'll take it. Adjusting the relentless hardness that’s been impossible to ignore since her sexy, curvy body molded to mine last night, I attempt to angle away from her so I don't scare her when she wakes up.

I'm desperate to kiss her but want to ensure she's okay with me touching her first, so I wait patiently until my beauty awakens. Within a few minutes, Violet stirs beside me, stretching like a drowsy cat. She turns onto her side, burrowing her perfect,full ass against my crotch. I bite my lip, stifling a low moan. I should stop her, but I'm only human and thrust forward twice to prolong the friction she's creating between our still-clothed bodies.

When I moan against her ear, Violet smiles in her sleep, reaching back to cup my face. I kiss her palm over and over until she wakes with a start and slowly turns toward me. Violet's big brown eyes stare at me, her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something but can't.

"Morning, baby." I decide to act like we do this every morning and see if I can get her to say something. Anything.

I lift slightly so I'm staring down at her, trying not to touch her without her permission but desperate to get closer.

She licks her lips, her chocolaty eyes focused on my mouth. "Morning." It's barely a whisper, but it's more than I've gotten from her so far, and my heart soars.

"Thank you for staying with me." I nuzzle her neck, and she lets out a soft moan that has me desperate to peel off her clothes and make her do it again.

Violet nods, her breathing picking up as my eyes rake hungrily over her curvy body and back to her face.

"Nod once if you want to stay here with me." I hold my breath, praying to every god I can think of until her head bobs up and down. I smile at her, my skin hot with the effort to hold back. I move closer to her face, eyeing her full lips and flushed cheeks with desperation before meeting her eyes again. "You and I have a problem with not saying what we mean." I shake my head. "I don't want to be high to tell you how I feel, Violet. You’re the sexiest woman I've ever seen, and I’d like to kiss you now. Please."

She looks at me in a way that makes me wish I paid more attention in chemistry class. This connection is beyond physical.Beyond emotional. It's a spiritual reaction igniting a fire in my soul.

"Is kissing all you want to do?" she whispers, her short breaths making her chest heave. Her eyes silently beg me to tell her I want more.

I shake my head, my eyes still locked with hers. I move my large body to cover her completely. The bed creaks, and her legs fall open as I slot myself between them, supporting my weight so I don't crush her.

This woman is a goddess.

Her mouth is so close to mine that I could lick her plump lips and dive into her sweet mouth, but I hold back. I need to know that she wants this as much as I do. "No, Violet. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives."

Her eyes shoot to mine, searching desperately like she hopes I'm pranking her. I gaze at her, channeling all my love into that one look. Suddenly, she throws both arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. Her tongue slides into my open mouth, tentatively at first, but her kiss becomes more confident as I respond.

I give her control for a moment before I take over, kissing her how I want to fuck her—hard and deep. Our tongues clash, her tentativeness gone as the woman from the messages starts to emerge.

I pull back. "I love you, Violet."

She gasps for air as I kiss along her neck, pulling her sweater up and over her head.

She claws at my clothes, and I sit up, yanking off my shirt and pants in record time. My hard cock strains against my boxer briefs, and I look at Violet questioningly.

"Off." It comes out in a throaty whisper, and her eyes widen as my cock springs free, bouncing like an excited puppy. She licks her lips.

"Later, baby. I want to taste you first."

Grabbing her legs, I pull her forward and unbutton her jeans, tugging them down along with her panties. I toss them to the floor, and she tries to close her legs shyly.

I give her a devious smile. If she thinks she can hide her perfect pussy from me, she’s sadly mistaken. "Mine," I growl, diving between her legs.

My tongue finds her core, and I moan loudly at the first taste. Violet shoots up off the bed, pushing and pulling at my hair like she can't figure out what she wants.

I stop for a moment, gazing up at her. She locks eyes with me, panting loudly. "Baby, if you need me to stop, say any color. White, brown, orange, yellow. Anything at all. You can whisper it, and I'll stop, but if I don't get to taste you right now, I think I might die. Any color, okay?"

She nods quickly, and I push her back onto the bed before settling between her legs again.

I lap at her juices, savoring her sweet, tangy taste like it's my last meal. She writhes against my face, moaning and calling out my name. Her voice is magical, unlocking the beast inside me. I refuse to unleash him until I've made her come, so I double my efforts, inserting one thick finger into her hot, wet heat. I crook it forward to find her sweet spot. It takes me a few passes before Violet yells a garbled sentence, choking off a moan as she tries to ride my face.

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