Page 27 of Comforted By The Mountain Man
“I just got another shot five weeks ago,” I tell him. “I haven’t slept with anyone since the first year after Asher’s birth.” My jaw locks, suppressing the emotion. “I couldn’t anymore,” I whisper.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a couple of years,” he says, brushing hair and tears off my face. “I’m clean. I would never put you in danger. Ever”
“I want to feel everything,” I request again and that seems to be all he needs to hear.
Asher slides his hard shaft, wet with both of us, and tucks the tip inside before holding still. Both his arms slide under my body, leaving every inch of me touching him until he slides deeper inside me.
Gasping, I squeeze him closer as Asher growls in his chest, his face burrowing into my neck. I dig my head back into the pillow, overwhelmed by how deep he keeps venturing inside me. My inner walls clench around hot steel, causing a flutter of nerves to send waves of pleasure.
Groaning, Asher lifts his head as one hand travels down my back, taking a handful of my ass. Slow and deep turns into powerful thrusts that have me barking out cries of bliss every time. I tilt my hips to meet him at every pounding upthrust.
“Asher,” I moan. “More,” I cry out.
Deep, thundering noises come from this hulking man as he brings his knees up for leverage and holding my ass up in the air, leaving only my back on the mattress, he drives his hips deeper, faster.
My arms shoot above me to push against the headboard so my head doesn’t bang into it but also to push into his thrusts more powerfully.
We’re both mad with this euphoric craving.
“You want my come?” he growls and holy hell, my pussy squeezes so hard he curses into the ceiling.
“I’m close,” I whimper, chasing air.
“I want you leaking for hours,” he bends down and bites into my mouth. “I want to smell my come deep in your pussy when I eat you out again later tonight.”
“Oh God,” I moan, frantically pushing my body down onto his swelling cock.
“I’m coming so deep inside you, Brown Eyes. All this pussy will know is my cock from now on.” He’s becoming more feral,fingers digging deeper into my skin, hot come leaking into me already, I can feel it.
“Wet my dick, baby. Give me your sweet juices. I want another one. Now,” he demands, and my body listens.
I scream, body jerking, my mind floating as fireworks blind me behind closed lids.
“Pull my come from me,” he shouts, and I manage to somehow get my lower half to listen, milking him as he cries out my name.
Asher’s body flattens me onto the mattress, his pelvis spasming, pounding deeper as a flood of thick, wet heat fills me up. So much so, it leaks out between his cock inside me. I’m still convulsing from aftershocks. His release triggers mini ones of my own.
My body eventually falls dead onto the bed. Asher’s body collapses half on top of me and I find that it’s not suffocating. I love it. The connection.
Feeling starts to rush back into my limbs in a cold wave and my heart beats wildly in my chest. Asher tucks his face into my neck again as we both work to catch our breaths.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Of course, Asher is a dirty talker in bed.
Laughter bubbles out of me without permission. I cover my mouth but I can’t control it. It’s liberating. Once it starts, it won’t stop. And it’s pure, unfiltered laughter.
Mock glaring, Asher lifts his head and stares.
“Should I be worried about my performance?” he asks playfully and that just sends me into a giggle fit.
He smiles, watching the whole crazy moment until I settle down with a happy sigh, turning to stare at his beautiful features. They’ve taken on a lightness. I study his long, dark, curled eyelashes, his thick brows, that tempting mouth.
I run a finger down his bearded cheek, mapping out a memory.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I should be thanking you,” he says, keeping his voice quiet, intimate.
“You gave me a lot of firsts. And they were perfect,” I confess, tracing his lips. I can feel the confusion rolling off him. Without looking at his eyes, I give him honesty. “I have never, nor has anyone else on me, used their mouths on intimate places.” It’s the most delicate way of putting it.
