Page 19 of Soul of the Mountain
“You okay?” Sullivan asks softly. “And don’t sayof course.” He grins as I roll my eyes.
“I will be.” It’s the best I can offer.
We walk in silence, both of us lost in thought. I know he wants to say something; I’m just not sure if I’m ready to hear it.
Sullivan grabs a sci-fi book on our way to the front of the store and pays for it before heading out to the truck. I feel the mood shifting, our thoughts spinning out of control. I might not say the right thing, but I know one way we can reconnect. Even if it’s just for a little while.
I rest my hand on his thigh as he drives toward Willow Tree Inn. He glances down at his lap, but doesn’t say anything. When I move my hand up his thigh, Sullivan’s breath hitches and he grunts.
“What are you trying to do to me?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
“I thought it was pretty obvious…” I say with a smirk. My pinky brushes against the considerable bulge in his jeans, and Sullivan groans, louder this time.
“Fuck lunch. Gotta get you home. Now.”
I nod, swallowing back tears at his use ofhome.
As soon as he pulls into the driveway, Sullivan is out of the truck. He scoops me up in his arms and kisses me with more passion than I was expecting. It’s like he needs this, too. Needs me again, needs to know I’m here. Are we both clinging on to something we know can’t last? Or maybe, just maybe…
“Can’t get enough of you,” Sullivan murmurs before diving into my mouth once more. I give him control, surrendering my body and pleasure to the only man I’ve ever trusted.
When we get to the bedroom, Sullivan kicks the door closed with his foot and sets me down. As soon as my feet touch the floor, he peels off my sweater and makes quick work of my bra. He sucks on one nipple and tweaks the other with his fingers, stoking the fire that never really went out deep in my core.
Just when I feel like my legs are about to turn to jelly, Sullivan sinks to his knees and rids me of my pants and panties. He presses soft kisses up my calves, thighs, hips, and belly. Sullivan looks up at me while stroking the back of my thighs and then squeezing my ass.
“What?” I whisper self-consciously. I’m all too aware this isn’t the most flattering angle for him to be looking at me.
He shakes his head, then rests it on my chest. Sullivan takes a deep breath before lifting his head. “I’m trying to decide what I want to do with you first.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, running my fingers through his thick hair. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes at my touch.
“Yes,” he confesses.
I smile and trace my finger across his brow and down his nose. Sullivan tips his chin back and captures my finger in his mouth, sucking on it and tickling the tip with his tongue.
My pussy clenches, and a wave of warm pleasure surges through me, dripping out of my entrance and coating my thighs.
Sullivan groans and leans back a bit, cupping my pussy and gathering up my juices. “Jesus, you want it, don’t you, princess? Want my big fat cock in here?” He dips two fingers into my hole, stroking in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Yes…” I whimper.
He stands and practically tears off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. I step towards the bed, but he loops his fingers around my wrist and tugs me towards him. Sullivan’s fingers twist in my hair, tugging my head back so he can kiss me. Our tongues tangle, both of us giving and taking, rubbing our bodies together, needing more, but unable to stop what we’re doing.
I don’t realize we’ve walked across the room until Sullivan spins me around and then sits down on the oversized chair in the corner of the room. He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto his lap so my back is to his chest, my legs spread wide over his. Sullivan rubs his hands up and down my body, then cups my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I moan and rub my ass on his lap, feeling his hard cock nestled in between my cheeks.
“Look at us,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing a line down my neck. I open my eyes and see a full-length mirror angled towards us on the other end of the wall. His eyes catch mine in the reflective glass, and I can’t look away from the image we make.
I watch as Sullivan’s hand slides down my body and then into my dripping cunt. He growls and slips two fingers deep inside me, rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand. I watch himfinger me, then I watch him watching me get fingered. His eyes are fixated on my pussy, on his hand grinding down, his fingers pumping in and out, my thighs shaking.
“Sullivan… I’m close…” I gasp.
He pulls his hand away, making me whimper in frustration. Before I can protest too much, he grips my hips and lifts me, sliding his huge cock inside me. His thickness fills and stretches me, the slight pain only intensifying the pleasure.
“Jesus, fuck,” he growls, sucking on my neck. “How do you feel so damn good?”
I mumble something incoherent and gasp when he thrusts up into me. “Ohmygod!” I cry out, rocking my hips uncontrollably as he guides me with his hands on my hips. My feet barely touch the ground, but I push myself off my toes and sink down on him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Sullivan groans and nips my bare shoulder, licking away the sting. “Kiss me,” he grunts.
