Page 10 of Found By the Mountain Man
I shift closer, swinging one leg over his lap until I'm straddling him. The position brings us flush together, and we both gasp at the contact. He's hard against me, and the knowledge sends liquid heat pooling low in my belly.
His response is to capture my mouth again, his kiss hungry and desperate. His hands roam my body with increasing boldness—skimming my ribs, tracing the curve of my spine, finally settling on my hips to guide my movements against him.
The friction is perfect, maddening. I can feel myself getting wet, my body responding to his with an intensity that surprises me. I've had relationships before, but nothing that felt like this—like every touch is lighting me on fire from the inside out.
His hands find the hem of the t-shirt, pausing one more time to meet my eyes. When I nod, he lifts it slowly, reverently, as if unwrapping something precious.
The cool air hits my skin, but Connor's gaze is like a physical caress, warming me from the inside out. I'm not wearing a bra—it was soaked and he'd removed it during my rescue—and I watch his face as he takes in my bare breasts. His hands come up to cup me, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they're hard peaks begging for more attention.
"Do you like that?" he asks, pinching them gently. "Do you like having your nipples played with?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into his touch. "God, yes."
"I want to suck these beautiful tits," he growls, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Want to make you come just from playing with your nipples."
He leans forward to take one into his mouth, and I nearly scream at the sensation. His tongue swirls around the sensitive peak while his hand works the other, pinching and rolling until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Connor, please," I moan, my pussy already throbbing with need.
"Please what?" he asks against my breast, his beard scraping deliciously against my skin. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"Connor," I gasp, my hips moving restlessly against him. "I need—"
"Tell me," he demands, pulling back to look at me. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I whisper. "Just you."
Something raw and primitive crosses his features. With careful strength, he lifts me and lays me back on the couch, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the solid reality of his presence, makes me feel safer than I ever have in my life.
"I want to worship every inch of you," he says, his hands skimming my sides. "Want to taste that sweet pussy until you're screaming my name.”
His fingers trace patterns on my skin that make me shiver and arch beneath him. When he finally slips his hand between my thighs, I'm already soaking wet and aching for him.
"Fuck, Mavis," he groans against my mouth as his fingers find me slick and swollen. "Your pussy is dripping for me. I can feel how much you want this."
"Please, Connor," I gasp as he begins to stroke my clit with maddening precision. "I need your mouth on me. I need you to taste me."
"Christ, yes," he growls, kissing his way down my body. "I've been thinking about eating this sweet cunt since I saw you naked."
When his mouth finally reaches my pussy, I cry out at the first swipe of his tongue. He licks me like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted, his tongue working my clit while his fingers slide inside me.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against my wet flesh. "I could eat this pussy for hours."
The combination of his skilled mouth and the filthy words he's growling against me builds the pressure to unbearable levels. When he sucks my clit between his lips, I shatter completely.
"Connor!" I scream his name as the orgasm tears through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
He works me through it, his tongue gentling as the spasms subside, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I come back to earth.
"Beautiful," he whispers, moving back up my body. "So damn beautiful when you come."
Then, I work his shirt off, and I spend long minutes exploring the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of muscle, the fascinating contrast of smooth skin and coarse hair. He's beautiful in a rugged, masculine way that makes my mouth water.
When I finally free him from his jeans, he's hard and heavy in my hands. His cock is impressively thick and long, with a swollen head that's already leaking precum. The size of him makes my pussy clench with anticipation.
"Fuck, Connor," I breathe, stroking him slowly. "Your cock is huge. I want to suck it."
His eyes roll back at my words and touch. "Christ, Mavis. Your hands feel so good."
