Page 13 of Soul of the Mountain
I whimper when he slides two fingers through my folds, drawing slow circles around my pulsing entrance from behind.
“I’ll have you bent over the couch,” he grunts, pushing just the tip of one large finger inside me. “So fucking wet and tight for me. Shit, I’ll have you anywhere and everywhere. I’ll fuck you up against the wall, spread you out in front of the fireplace, sink into your little cunt underneath the stars.”
I’m breathing so hard I might just pass out, but it’d be worth it. “I always pictured my first time in a bed,” I whisper.
He freezes, his finger still lodged inside my throbbing channel. I worry I said the wrong thing, that maybe I should have kept my virginity a secret, but it’s too late now. It’s not like he wouldn’t find out eventually anyway.
Sullivan groans before ghosting his lips down the side of my neck and thrusting two fingers inside me. “You’re saying this juicy little pussy is going to be all mine? Only mine?”
I nod as a wave of wetness spills out of me, coating his hand.
“Say it,” he demands.
“Only yours.”
Before I know what’s happening, Sullivan has me in his arms. He sets me down on the counter, stepping between my spread legs. My heart is pounding in my chest, the frantic beat mirrored in my clit. I squirm in his arms, feeling restless and achy.
Sullivan chuckles darkly before placing open-mouthed kisses over my breasts, my collarbone, and up my neck. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me with fire and fury. His hands roam all over my body, eventually landing on my hips, where he tugs the last pieces of fabric I’m wearing.
“Lie back, baby,” he murmurs. “Need another taste before I claim you once and for all.” Sullivan spreads one large hand over my stomach, urging me to lay down on the counter. I obey, lifting my hips so he can take my leggings and panties off.
My core clenches, knowing he’s staring right at me, at my most intimate, private place. Sullivan looks more than hungry. He looks fucking feral.
He grabs my hips and jerks me so my ass is on the edge of the counter. He digs his nose between my legs, parting my folds and inhaling deeply. My thighs shake as he slowly licks me from bottom to top, rolling his tongue against my clit and making me moan. Then, Sullivan slings my legs over his shoulders before shoving his face in my pussy.
“Oh! Sullivan, God, I…”
My senses are flooded, overwhelmed in the best way possible. His tongue darts in and out of my entrance, his nose circles my clit, and the stubble on his chin tickles the insides of my thighs. When he growls into my pussy, I gush for him, making him growl again.
Sullivan lifts his head, and I stare down at him between my legs. He’s covered in my juices, the sight sending shivers of pleasure echoing around my body. His hands hold me steady when my hips jerk involuntarily, trembling with pleasure.
He sucks my folds, first one side, and then the other. Sullivan turns his head and nips at my inner thigh before kissing the sting away. He gives the same attention to my other thigh and then licks up my slit. He's avoiding my clit, licking me everywhere except where I need him most.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans, staring right at my core. My walls pulse under his scrutiny. “Jesus, Gabby, you’re throbbing for me.”
“Please.” I try to find my voice, but it’s barely a whisper.
Sullivan grins and then dips his head, working me up again. My juices trickle down my slit, tickling me and causing me to cry out. Sullivan’s tongue follows the trail, licking my ass and causing me to jump. He chuckles and resumes his attack on every single part of me.
My head falls to the counter as I grab his hair, riding his face, needing to find release for the orgasm he’s been teasing me with for what feels like hours. He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, and I break.
“Sullivan!” I shout. He licks me through my orgasm, sending me up and over, again and again. “God, I can’t… I can’t stop,” I cry out, gripping his hair.
I tremble as I come, pleasure rolling through my body and blocking out all thoughts. All sights. All sounds. The world disappears, and there’s nothing left but my body gushing for him as he demands my orgasm.
Every bit of strength has been wrung out of my bones and now drips down Sullivan’s face. He stands up and leans over me, kissing me long and deep. I taste myself on him, which is so much hotter than I thought it would be. He tries to pull away, but my mouth follows his. I bite his soft lips and lick my juices off the tip of his nose.
“Fuck,” Sullivan growls, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me wildly. “You like that? Like when I kiss both of your lips?”
“Yeah,” I gasp before he bites my shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Yes, please. Do that to me.”
Sullivan makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and throws me over his shoulder.
“Sullivan!” I shriek, surprised by his caveman move.
