Page 8 of Glacial Mountain Man
Candace was seated on the kitchen table, wearing nothing but those sinful bikini briefs, her legs slightly parted, her skin glowing in the soft light. She had one hand braced behind her, the other resting on her thigh, her fingers teasing the edge of the fabric.
I froze, my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
She tilted her head, her dark eyes burning into mine. “Teach me.”
"Teach you what?" I managed, though I already knew.
Her lips curved. "How to touch myself."
A groan tore from my chest. I shoved my pajama pants and underwear down in one rough motion, kicking them aside as I stepped closer. Her gaze dropped, her breath hitching at the sight of me fully hard for her.
"Like this," I said, gripping my cock as I walked toward her, my voice rough. I watched as she slowly slid her hand between her legs, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties. "Slow at first. Just exploring."
She bit her lip, her lashes fluttering as she did exactly as I said. I clenched my fist at my side, fighting the urge to take over.
"Good," I said. "Now circle your clit. Lightly. Tease yourself."
A soft whimper escaped her as she obeyed, her hips shifting restlessly. I could see the slickness glistening on her inner thighs, the way her breath came faster.
"Fuck, you’re beautiful," I said. "Now faster."
She moaned, her head falling back as she worked herself exactly how I instructed, her fingers moving with increasing urgency. I could tell she was close—her thighs trembled, her back arched, her lips parted on a silent cry. I couldn’t take my eyes off those generous tits with their beaded pink tips. Damn, she was hot.
"Come for me," I ordered.
And she did. Her whole body tightened, her back bowing off the table as pleasure clearly ripped through her. The sounds she made—raw, unfiltered—nearly sent me over the edge right then.
Before she could even catch her breath, I crossed to her in three strides, caging her between my arms on the table. I crashed my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp as I kissed her deeply, possessively.
She melted against me, her hands tangling in my hair as I trailed my lips down her throat, her collarbone, lower. I hooked my fingers into her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them aside before dropping to my knees in front of her.
Her thighs fell open in invitation.
I didn’t hesitate. I licked my way slowly up her center, savoring the taste of her. She cried out, her fingers gripping my hair as I devoured her, working her with my tongue until she was shaking, begging.
"Please, Tank. Oh, yes.”
I sucked her clit between my lips, and she came again, her thighs clamping around my head while she rode out the waves of her second orgasm.
When I finally pulled back, Candace was panting, her chest flushed, her eyes dazed. Before she could recover, she slid off thetable and dropped to her knees in front of me. Her small hand wrapped around my length, stroking me once before she leaned in and took me into her mouth.
"Fuck, Candace.”
Her tongue swirled around the head, her lips sliding down with a skill that had me seeing stars. I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily.
She was too good. Too perfect.
I gripped her shoulders, pulling her back before I lost control. "Not like this," I forced out. "Not the first time."
She looked up at me, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with desire. Then, with a wicked smile, she reached for one of the condom packets beside her.
"I trust you, remember?” she whispered, tearing it open. "Now let me put this on you."
And God help me, I was done resisting.
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