Page 26 of Comforted By The Mountain Man
Unbuttoning his jeans, he takes them and his black briefs off. I suck in a sharp breath at my first look at his gorgeous cock. It’s long, thick, standing straight, tilted toward me with a strong vein pulsing down the side.Oh, my.I’ve never found them to be anything but gross before.
Clearly, I hadn’t come across the right one.
At my staring, a bead of precome drools from the tip and the insane urge to lick it up takes over. I’m actually leaning forward without thinking.
“Fuck, Brown Eyes, don’t—,” he starts, but it’s too late.
I scoot down the bed, line my mouth up with my prize, and lick his velvet smooth shaft. The salty taste that’s all Asher is becoming my new favorite thing. I’d never done this before. I’m so grateful that he’s my first. I give him my eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip and suck.
He cries out, jerking his hips. Asher’s hand fists my hair, and that sends shock waves down my back and straight to my dripping pussy.
His other hand reaches around my back and unsnaps the bralette so that now, we’re both fully naked. He caresses around my skin to the front, grabbing my breast, massaging it until his fingers find my hardened nipple and plays with it.
Whimpering, I take more of his cock into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he chokes, pulling me off him and taking my body back onto the mattress.
His mouth savagely takes mine and I don’t hold back either. The mix of our tastes drives me wild. His mouth then travels down my neck, my chest, until he’s taking my breast into his mouth.
“Asher,” I breathe out, pulling his hair.
Groaning against my nipple, his fingers drag down my stomach until he’s where I desperately need attention. Two of his fingers slide between my drenched lips, upward till he’s driving my nerves insane, finding my clit.
My hips jerk up into his fingers as he switches to give my other breast attention. I run my nails down his back.
“So fucking perfect,” he says against my skin as he licks down my body, my stomach, and replaces his fingers with his tongue.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out. “That’s so good,” I chant.
I’ve never had oral before. I never understood the big whoop.
Yup. I get it now.
His fingers explore my outer and inner lips, teasing, heightening the sensations. That’s when he finds my entrance, and oh, Lord, his fingers are thick and long. Two of them ease slowly into me and I see stars.
Noises I didn’t know I was capable of are boldly coming out of me, spurring Asher on. The deep groans of satisfaction he’s getting from pleasuring me is addictive.
“Asher,” I cry. “Please. So close. So good.”
His fingers curl inside me, and he touches something that makes everything below the waist contract almost to the point of breathless pain but a pain you’d die to feel time and time again. Just as the world stills, my ears pop and sparks of light explode behind my eyes.
I’m free-falling.
My locked-up body lets go like never before. I feel tears stream down the sides of my face, into my hair. Asher doesn’t let up. He takes me higher, for longer. I want to push him away. I want to pull him closer. I don’t know what to do with myself other than let go and be.
Sound slowly filters back and awareness of my surroundings bleeds back in. Asher’s above me and my lungs race to calm my breathing.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, panting.
His eyes are still dark, on the brink of something, but his smile brings a light to his face I have yet to see.
“I need a condom,” he goes to move but I wrap my arms and legs around him.
“No,” I get out, shaking my head. The skin between his brows pinch. “Ever since Ryder was born,” I say quietly, “I’ve gotten the shot. Every twelve weeks. Never missed one. I didn’t…”
I didn’t want Oscar parenting another kid.
I don’t have to finish that statement out loud. Asher’s expression softens.
