Page 10 of Mountain Daddy

He starts at my neck, sucking the tender skin beneath my ear until I'm arching off the chaise. His tongue traces my collarbone, dips into the hollow of my throat. He makes his way down, painfully slow, like he's savoring a five-course meal.

When his lips close around my nipple, I gasp. He sucks, then flicks his tongue, and electric currents shoot straight between my legs. His hand finds my other breast, thumb circling, teasing. I'm panting already, my hips lifting, seeking friction.

“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin.

“No,” I fire back.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “Naughty.”

His mouth travels lower. Across my ribs. Over my stomach. His tongue dips into my navel, and my muscles tighten. Every touch is deliberate. Practiced. Like he's reading a map only he can see.

When he settles between my thighs, I hold my breath.

His eyes meet mine, dark and dangerous. “Watch me,“ he commands.

And I do. I watch as he lowers his head. As his tongue makes first full contact with my center.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I moan louder than I mean to.

“Fuck, you’re loud,” he growls against my skin. “You’re going to wake the whole city.”

“I don’t care,” I pant.

The first stroke of his tongue has me gripping the cushions. The second has me biting my lip to keep from screaming. By the third, I'm lost.

He licks into me like a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

Broad strokes that make my toes curl.

Quick flicks that make me whimper.

And when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks—gently at first, then harder—I swear I see stars. My hands find his hair, fingers tangling in the still-damp strands. He groans against me, makes me feel every sense I own.

“That's it,” he encourages, breath tickling my skin. “Let go for me.”

His tongue circles my clit, relentlessly. Two fingers slide inside me, curling upward, finding a spot that makes me jerk like I've been shocked.

“Oh god,” I choke out.

“Not God,” he says, looking up the length of my body. “Nikolai. Say it.”

“Nikolai,” I whimper.

“Again,” he demands, fingers pressing harder, tongue moving faster.

“Nikolai!”

My voice echoes across the empty balcony.

I should be embarrassed.

I'm not.

I'm too far gone.

The pressure builds. Tension coils in my belly, tighter and tighter. I'm climbing toward something massive, something I've never felt before.

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