Page 38 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"Stay there." I say, watching her as I lower myself down.
There's no going back now.
I'll die if I don't taste her tonight.
CHAPTER 13
Patty
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
The mantra resounds like a litany in my mind, as Charlie's tongue glides over the skin of my inner thigh. I should stop him. My hands are buried in his hair still and I should probably make some sort of effort to push him away.
Instead, I pull him closer, my hips moving underneath him searchingly. The hunger draws my gut tight, and sharp pulses from my clit encourage me to shift it closer to his jaw and search for his lips. Charlie seems to get the hint of what I want, but he doesn’t move any faster. He takes his time kissing up my thigh, approaching my pussy torturously slowly.
When I try once more to move things along, he simply places a large hand on the base of my stomach, stilling my desperate movement.
And good God, the gentle pressure of that hand evokes such dominance that I instantly flood my panties with a moan.
I meet his eyes as he rises and it’s just like it was in mydream. His eyes are dark green now, low-lidded and hungry as his teeth nip my skin and his tongue traces gentle circles over the abused spot.
I can't take it anymore.
“I need…” The words escape me in a rasp. “I need you, Charlie.”
He pulls back and swallows silently, his cheekbones stark. For a second, I’m terrified he’ll keep teasing me. I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does, probably beg even more pathetically than I already have. I'm ready to do it too but before I can even start, his head shifts, until his breath is right over my pussy.
Of course, there's still the fabric of my panties between us but I can almost feel the heat of his lips pressing down on my clit. I have to bite my lip to refrain from crying out.
I clutch the pillow underneath me and turn my face away because I can’t stand to watch it. I’ll lose my mind if I do.
“Look at me.” His voice is impossibly deep, deeper even than it was before. The order snaps my eyes back to his, and once he snags my gaze, I can't look away.
I bite my lips again as he leans down, snaring my panties with his teeth, and then with one harsh movement that reminds me a little of a bulldog, he tears it off.
I gasp as the bands snap and the fabric flutters to the floor. Then he leans in and does the filthiest thing. Then Charlie presses his nose between the lips of my pussy, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath.
His strangled groan fills the room a second later and his look of pure desire makes me ache. I’ve never felt comfortable letting any other man this close to me before. I’ve always been self-conscious, wondering whether they would like how I taste or how I smell but Charlie doesn’t give any chance for those insecurities to surface. He makes it veryclear he enjoys my scent, rubbing his nose deeper into my folds. His lips cling to one of my inner labia, sucking it into his mouth and then groaning.
And as if I couldn’t tell how much he's enjoying himself, he says it out loud in that guttural broken voice of his. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I… I do?” The question ends with a gasp as he uses his index and middle finger to spread my folds as he runs the flat of his tongue over every bit of exposed skin. As I struggle for air, he does it again, this time curling his tongue around my clit.
My body arches in the air. Flames lick through my bones, a blood-boiling heat that renders me unable to think. He continues to tease me with delicate laps of his tongue, and my toes curl at his relentless licking, searching and finding titillating spots that make me jerk and mewl.
And then when I stare down at him once more, he’s no longer looking at me. His eyes are closed as he works me with his mouth and really his whole face. He moans and mutters every few seconds, appearing completely dedicated to his task of eating me out.
He's like a man on death row given his favorite meal, a man in the desert with a flask of water.
He consumes me like his life depends on it, like he can’t stop, but at the same time, he's trying not to finish his meal too fast.
As one of his hands holds my thigh open, I notice that his other hand is missing in action.
Or at least that's what I think until I track it from his shaking shoulder, to find his other hand currently working his erection over his jeans. He does it hard and tight, losing a little more of himself as it continues.
His tongue splays inside me, and his kisses get messier.As he jerks himself off, he releases a strangled sound that tells me he’s getting closer.
The thought of him exploding on my face drives me wild and has me rocking against him harder. Suckling sounds fill the room, punctuated by moans, and the sloppier he gets, the more my eyes threaten to roll back.
