Page 25 of Mountain Protector

“Your turn,” she says, reaching for the button of my jeans.

I let her undress me, watching her face as she realizes the size difference between us. I’m a foot taller and twice as broad, and when my jeans hit the floor, her breath catches at the sight of my arousal straining against my boxer briefs.

“Clay...” she whispers, my name on her lips sounding like a prayer.

“Lie down,” I tell her, the words soft but unmistakably a command.

She complies without hesitation. Her red hair fans out across my pillow as she stretches out on the bed. I move toward her, lowering myself until my larger body covers her delicate frame. Her skin is hot against mine, her heartbeat a rapid flutter I can feel through her chest.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” I groan. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.”

I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her soft gasp as I deepen the kiss.

She tastes like cinnamon and desire, and I’m already addicted.I break away to trail kisses down her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. My tongue traces the outline of a phoenix tattoo on her shoulder, learning the topography of her body through touch. I move lower, exploring a delicate lotus flower on her ribcage, then a geometric pattern that snakes around her hip.

She squirms beneath me, her breath coming faster as I move down her body. When I reach an intricate mandala design on her inner thigh, I look up to meet her gaze.

“Tell me what you want, Ruby.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I want your mouth on me.”

The directness of her response makes my cock throb painfully. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, deliberately misunderstanding.

“Here?”

Her eyes flash with defiance and need. “You know where.”

I raise an eyebrow, enjoying the fire in her expression. I want to hear her say it. I need to hear the words from her lips.

“Where, exactly?” I press, my breath ghosting over her center.

“I want your mouth on my pussy. Now.” Her demand comes out breathless but commanding.

Fuck. The crude word from her perfect mouth nearly undoes me.

I part her with my tongue in one long stroke, and her entire body trembles in response. She tastes sweet and perfect, and the small sounds she makes drive me wild. I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue focuses on her clit.

She’s so tight around my fingers, her body gripping me like it never wants to let go. The thought that I might be the first to touch her like this sends a surge of possessive heat through me. I want to be the only one who ever makes her feel this way.

Her hands tangle in my hair, alternately pulling me closer and pushing me away as the sensations intensify. I can feel her getting close, her thighs tensing on either side of my head.

“Stop fighting it,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “Let go. I want to feel you come apart on my tongue.”

Her back arches off the bed as she crashes over the edge, my name a broken cry on her lips. I work her through it, easing back only when she tugs gently at my hair.

She looks dazed, her eyes heavy-lidded as she catches her breath. Then she beckons to me with one hand.

“Come here,” she says, and I move up between her thighs, positioning myself above her.

I shed my boxer briefs, watching her eyes widen as she takes in all of me. There’s a flicker of nervousness in her expression that confirms my suspicion—she hasn’t done this before. At least not much. The knowledge makes something primal roar to life inside me.

“I’ll go slow,” I promise, brushing her hair back from her flushed face. “But I need to be inside you. Need to feel you around me.”

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine as I reach into the nightstand for protection. Once I’m ready, I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.

“Breathe,” I instruct, watching her face carefully as I push forward, just the tip breaching her tight entrance.

Her breath hitches, fingers digging into my shoulders. I pause, giving her time to adjust.

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