Page 7 of Cozy with the Mountain Man
“Not in my game.”
“Fine, I’ll guess Foo Fighters?”
I laughed. “Close but nope. Off with your shirt!”
Jules slipped her sweater off over her head, leaving her in a tank top, no bra underneath. My cock jerked to life, and I shifted my eyes away, avoiding her pert nipples.
“Okay, what was the answer?”
“Saying the answer means another piece of clothing.”
Jules threw her head back in laughter. “You think you’re slick.”
“Fine. The answer is Nirvana.”
“Aha! It was right on the tip of my tongue.”
“Sure, it was…”
Our game continued back and forth, picking categories and asking questions, and when we got down to only our underwear, I couldn’t stop staring at her ample curves on full display, her lacy panties and bra leaving little to the imagination.
With her almost naked before me, I wanted her so badly, my entire body vibrated with need and want, like an addict going through withdrawal. My cock strained beneath my boxers, very noticeably, and I stopped trying to hide it. What was the point?
I wanted to kiss her, taste her, feast on her body like she was my dessert.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Jules.” I kissed her again, soft and slow at first, as I let the anticipation build and build.
I wanted her in my bed.Now.
“Let me take you to bed, Jules. Please.”
Her eyes flashed. So much heat and desire, it was as if I could literally feel it on my skin.
“Yes. Please do.”
Without another second passing, I lifted her and placed her over my shoulder, stopping by the kitchen to grab a can of whipped cream.
It was about to get messy and fun.
Once upstairs, I lay her down gently on my bed, pausing for a moment at the sight of her there, so pretty and innocent looking up at me from my large bed.
I climbed on top of her, ready to drive her wild with need.
“How’s here?” I squirted a dollop of cream on my finger and let it fall on her lips before kissing it off, the sweetness of the dairy treat heightening our kisses.
Dragging my mouth across her jaw, to her ear, and down to her neck, I left a trail of kisses as I memorized her skin, her scent, her everything.
“What about here?” I asked her as I licked the whipped cream off her neck.
“Mm-hmm.” Jules shivered beneath my lips, though her skin was on fire.
“Here?” I squirted the can of whipped cream on the swell of her breasts and licked it off once more. My tongue dipped below the lace of her bra, and my dick wanted to explode inside her.
“Yes,” she whispered as I squeezed out more whipped cream on her other breast and down to her stomach.
Jules sucked in a deep breath as I trailed my mouth and tongue over her soft curves, digging my fingers into her fleshy waist, my dick so fucking hard for her.
She showed up here looking like a sexy little minx, and I yearned for her, ached for her, wanted to explore every inch of her hot body.
