Page 14 of Arctic Mountain Man
“You’re staring,” she whispered, but that uncertainty had faded.
“Can’t help it,” I said roughly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to put my mouth on this sweet pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I settled between her thighs like I’ve been fighting the urge for hours—because I had. I coaxed them gently apart. My mouthwatered at the sight of her pussy. So pretty. So wet. I fucking needed to taste her. Needed to make her ready for me.
I started by barely touching her—soft kisses and slow licks. I flattened my tongue and stroked up the length of her pussy, patient, savoring, letting her get used to me. She shivered, a little gasp slipping out when I circled her clit without pressing down. I filed that sound away. I wanted it again. I wanted all of her sounds.
“Eyes on me,” I told her, dragging my tongue along her slit—slow enough to be cruel. “I want you to watch me take what’s mine.”
The tiny tremor in her legs told me exactly how close the line was between too much and just right. “You tell me if it’s too much. I’ll adjust.”
“No,” she shook her head against the sheets. “I want it.”
The taste of her slick heat made me groan. She was perfect—soft, wet, sweet—and I took my time, alternating between slow, lazy licks and firmer strokes until she was rocking her hips, chasing every flick of my tongue.
Her hand left the sheet and found my hair, instinctively pulling me closer. I took that as permission and licked her deeper, parting her with my tongue, tasting the heat only I could have. My hands anchored her hips, thumbs drawing lazy strokes that made her relax under me. The more she melted, the more I pushed, until she was rocking into my mouth.
“Blake.” My name caught in the back of her throat as she begged me yet again. “Please.”
Her fingers twisted in my hair, a broken moan spilling from her lips. I wanted her to come for me like this, to lose herself before I ever got inside her.
I sealed my mouth over her clit, sucking harder, letting my tongue flick in quick, deep strokes. She jolted, a soft cry breaking free, and I felt her fighting between oversensitive and greedy. Irode that razor’s edge, easing off for a heartbeat, then drawing her back in with a slower pull. The sounds she made—broken, helpless—were the fucking soundtrack of my life now.
“Sweet girl, you taste like fucking heaven.” My arm pinned her hips down firmly. “Stay still. Let me eat this sweet pussy the way I need to.”
I changed my angle and flattened my tongue, broad and steady, then tighten my strokes to a circle—never the same pattern twice, never long enough for her to predict. Her hips started to roll, a slow grind that lifted her into my mouth and dragged a deep sound from my chest. I bit down on her clit, then sucked again, and she whimpered like it was too much and not enough all at once.
“One finger?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered shyly, her head falling back on the bed.
I wet my finger with my mouth and slid it into her pussy, shallow, careful as hell. And then I felt it—the resistance, the way her body tensed.Virgin.The word hit me like a fist. She’d never been touched, never given herself to anyone else. And now, she was saying yes to me.
I froze, my throat burning. “Sadie, baby…
“It’s okay.” Her voice was firm despite the small tremble I heard. “I want this. I want you.”
I kept my mouth gentle while I eased my finger in a little farther, stroking along that soft front wall. When I found the spot that made her knees try to close around my ears, I smiled against her and did it again, matching the rhythm with a slow pull of my mouth.
“Blake—oh, God.”
“That’s it.” I curled my finger and flattened my tongue. “Let it build.”
Her breathing turned ragged, her belly drawing tight. I kept my pace exact—merciless in its consistency—because I wantedthe ground to disappear beneath her in one clean drop. I felt the moment it happened. When everything in her went taut—then she broke, head thrown back, a raw cry tearing out of her as she came all over my mouth and hand.
I didn’t stop. I kept her right there, licking her through it, swallowing every shudder and aftershock. She shook, fingers fisting in my hair, riding my face until the tremors softened into little flutters. Only then did I ease the pressure, switching to the lightest of kisses, the kind that say stay with me, breathe for me, I’ve got you.
“Too much?” I asked, kissing the inside of her thigh.
She let out a laugh that was a half-sob, half-satisfied whimper. “Perfect. Sensitive… but perfect.”
I pulled my finger from her and licked it clean, never taking my eyes off her. “All mine,” I said.
Her blush climbed high on her face, but she didn’t look away. Brave girl. My girl.
I lined my cock up and slowly pushed inside her. She was so tight I had to grit my teeth and hold still, just barely inside her. She made a soft sound, part surprise, part discomfort. I push in a little more. “That’s it—open for me. Take me like a good girl.”
My hand cradled her jaw so I could see her face as I made her mine. Every flicker of sensation played across it—nerves, heat, the start of something sweeter. I kept my strokes shallow, letting her adjust. Then I thrust deeper, harder, breaking past that last barrier.
