Page 69 of Wrecked on the Mountain
I fuckingshatter, coming hard with a deep grunt, pleasure ripping through me so intense it's almost painful.
My girl swallows every drop, then sits back with a satisfied smile that makes me want to worship her.
"Mmmm and good morning to you too," she says with a grin.
I'm still trying to remember how to form words when she moves up the bed, settling against my chest with a contented sigh.
"Not yet it's not," I growl, my hands already reaching for the hem of my shirt she's wearing. "Maybe after your turn it will be."
"Jamie!" she squeals, but I cut her off with a kiss.
Because if she thinks I'm going to let her take care of me without returning the favor, she clearly doesn't know me at all.
I flip her onto her back, and she lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a gasp when I settle between her thighs.
"My turn," I growl against her inner thigh, pressing hot kisses along the sensitive skin.
She's already wet for me, and when I drag my tongue through her folds for the first taste, I nearly lose my mind all over again.
"Fuck, sweetheart," I murmur against her wet pussy. "So wet. You taste like fucking heaven."
Her hips buck up toward my mouth, and I have to hold them down with my hands as I dive back in, licking and sucking at her clit until she's writhing beneath me.
"Jamie," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair as she lifts her hips and grinds her juices over my face. "Oh God, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I alternate between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit, listening to every sound she makes, learning what drives her wild.
When I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, she arches off the bed with a cry that goes straight to my already-hard-again cock.
"So fucking tight," I groan against her, pumping my fingers in and out while my tongue works her clit. "And so wet for me."
She's close already, I can feel it in the way her walls clench around my fingers, hear it in the desperate little sounds she's making. When I curl my fingers and find that spot that makes her see stars, she comes and her whole body trembles beneath me.
But I don't stop.
I keep licking, keep sucking, keep working her with my fingers until she's coming again, her thighs shaking around my head.
"Jamie, I can't—" she tries to protest, but I just add a third finger and suck harder on her clit. "FUCK! JAMIE!"
I grin and ignore the strain in my jaw. The sheets beneath us are soaked with her arousal, and still I keep going, addicted to the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way she falls apart under my mouth.
By the time I finally pull back, she's had so many orgasms I've lost count, and she's lying there panting, her skin flushed and glowing.
"Holy shit," she breathes, staring up at the ceiling with dazed eyes.
I crawl up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone, until I'm hovering over her face.
"Nowit's a good morning, beautiful," I grunt, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She looks up at me with wonder in her eyes, like she can't quite believe what just happened.
"That was..." she starts, then trails off, shaking her head.
"What?" I ask, nuzzling her neck.
"Perfect," she whispers. "You're perfect."
I kiss her forehead, still tasting her on my lips.
