Page 14 of Cider Kissed By the Mountain Man
“Trent...”
“Let me,” I breathed as I eased her legs apart, holding them open with my shoulders. She was completely exposed to me, all pretty and pink. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.” I ran my nose along her inner thigh. “I’m going to have you dripping down my chin like cider from the first press.”
Her response was a deep moan.
I settled between her thighs, and the first taste of her undid me completely. I ground my cock against the mattress, trying not to come. She was sweet and hot and when I used my tongue to find that sensitive bundle of nerves, she cried out and fisted her hands in the sheets.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her hips lifting against my mouth. “Trent, that’s—”
I barely heard what she said, too focused on the way she tasted, the way she responded to every touch. I ran my tongue up her center, then lingered on the swollen bud at the top. I couldn’t prevent nipping it a little, much as I’d done her nipples. I had to place my arm over her stomach to hold her in place.
“You like that, don’t you, Abby? You like my tongue on you? My teeth?” I drilled my tongue deep into her hole, making her cry out even louder. I licked away her sweetness before moving back to the sensitive bud. I needed her to come because I was ready to explode.
I pushed two fingers inside her and groaned at the tightness. I licked, I sucked. I fucked her with my fingers. Her hips started arching, her body started trembling and I knew she was near. Idoubled my efforts, even though I could have stayed there for hours, listening to her gasp my name. I needed her to come so I could take her.
When she came apart against my mouth, I worked her through it until it was over.
“Holy hell,” she breathed, but I was already moving off the bed, stripping off my remaining clothes. I settled between her thighs, hitching one of her legs around my waist.
“Ready, baby?”
“I’ve been ready since the moment I looked up and saw you scowling at me,” she said, and pulled my mouth down to hers.
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes. Want to know another one?”
“What, baby?”
“You’re not nearly as grumpy as you pretend to be.”
I grinned against her mouth. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
Then I was pushing inside her, barely giving her time to adjust to my size before I was completely seated—and finding myself in heaven. “Fuck,” I breathed against her mouth.
“That’s the idea,” she said, rolling her hips experimentally and making us both groan.
I started to move then, slow and deep, setting a rhythm that had her gasping and arching beneath me. She met every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders, her mouth finding mine again and again.
“Harder,” she said against my ear, and the word went straight to my cock.
I gave her what she wanted, what we both needed, and the sound she made—part moan, part cry—nearly sent me over the edge right there.
“That’s it,” I said when she found a rhythm that had her eyes rolling back. “Just like that, beautiful.”
“Trent,” she panted, and I could feel her starting to tighten around me again.
“Let go,” I said, increasing my pace and riding her harder. “That’s it. Come on my cock, Abby. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
When she shattered in my arms for the second time, I went over the edge with her a heartbeat later. I barely managed to keep my weight from crushing her as my release roared through my body.
“Well, that was…” She smiled up at me. “You know I can’t feel my legs now, don’t you?”
“You just got cider-kissed by the mountain man, sweetheart. Side effects include memory loss, jelly legs, and complete addiction.”
She slapped me on my chest, and I kissed her, hard and deep, before rolling to my side and taking her with me. We lay there in comfortable silence, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. Outside, I could hear the distant sound of wind through the apple trees, but inside, there was just us and the steady rhythm of our breathing.
“Trent?” she said softly.
