Page 11 of Single Mom for the Mountain Men
I need to have her.
I press my lips to hers, eradicating that tiny bit of distance between us.
The thin string of control I had left snaps, and my fingers tangle in her long, silky hair, angling her head back so I can lick into her mouth. Her lips are as soft as they look, plump and pliant beneath mine. Her tongue, hesitant but voracious, caresses my lower lip as she tries to deepen the kiss.
That is the only sign I need before I press her against the counter, my tongue deep in her mouth. A sound of pleasure leaves her throat as she digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer to her than I’ve ever been.
Her body presses against mine, each soft and supple curve against the hard planes of my body. As my tongue caresses hers, she moans again, her other hand scratching the back of my neck.
My mouth traces kisses down her neck, and she moans in my ear, her voice more breath than anything.
“Oh, Aiden, I…”
“Shush, let me make you feel good,” I murmur against the base of her throat. Her spine curves, so her body is pressed even more fully against mine.
I push her neckline away, sucking bites on her skin as she mewls. I lift her onto the counter, and her legs spread open against me. Her pulsing heat presses against me, and I lose all sense.
Dropping to my knees, I press my lips against her waist, pulling down her pants with the utmost care. She gasps, her knuckles going white against the counter as her back curves. I suck kisses on her inner thighs, and when she tries closing them, I hold them apart, my thumbs digging into her milky-white skin.
“Let me have you,” I growl roughly, nosing against her pubic bone. Her body trembles as she pants, her nails digging into my scalp. I use my fingers to part her warmth, finding it wet and pulsing as it calls out to me. The first kiss against the apex of her thighs has her nearly screaming, one of her hands pressing against her mouth as she shakes.
She tastes tangy, and I can’t get enough of her. My tongue digs into her folds, having my fill of her as she moans high in her throat, her entire body trembling as she tries to withstand the assault.
“Please, please, Aiden,” she whispers, “I’m going to—”
I groan against her heated core, doubling the vigor of my tongue. Her body locks up, tightly strung like a bow as I slurp at her, flattening my tongue against her clit.
Then, like a rubber band snapping, her hips twitch in my hold, her body jerking with aborted shocks as she keens.
“That’s it,” I mumble against her, licking my lips and tasting her wetness. “There you go.”
She lays back on the counter, her arm thrown over her eyes as she heaves.
I only separate from her a bit, and that’s when she snaps into action, pushing me back hard enough to make me stumble. She slides down from the counter to her knees. Looking up at me, she presses her hands against my bulge, making my hips kick on their own accord.
The realization of just how hard I’ve been hits me, and I groan, feeling my knees nearly give out.
She yanks down my jeans, reaches into my briefs, and pulls out my hard member. Her eyes widen comically for a moment, her mouth parting in surprise.
“Oh, you’re big,” she whispers to herself, and my dick pulses in her grip.
She presses a soft kiss against the head, teasing me. I groan before tangling my fingers in her hair as I guide her into taking me properly, feeling the warmth of her mouth.
It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, tight and warm, like the best suction in the world. Her eyes tear a bit as I press against the back of her throat, but she takes it obediently. I move her head along a rough pace. Her eyes never leave mine.
Feeling my control snap, my hips start thrusting, and before I know it, I’m standing on the precipice, panting.
“Lena, I’m gonna come,” I warn her tightly, my knuckles flexing in her hair. She moans, and the vibration does it for me. I hold her head in place, groaning as she suckles and sucks down every last drop.
Chapter seven
CHAPTER 7: Aiden
“Momma! Where are you?” Sophie’s faint voice comes in, ruining my post-coital bliss. Even before I have time to fully come down, I pull my pants up, quickly helping Lena stand as I fix her clothes. She wipes her mouth and moves away from me, brushing down her hair with her hands in a panic.
I move near the stove, turning on the flame again.
“In the kitchen, Soph!” Lena calls out, her voice rough and scratchy. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are swollen, clearly giving her away. I wonder if I’m any better off as Sophie walks in.
