Page 16 of Brewing with the Mountain Man
"Fuck, Sadie."He tosses me on the bed and I bounce, laughing. Then I'm on my back with two hundred and fifty pounds of man above me.
"That's the idea," I say, surprising myself with my boldness.
"You sure?" he asks, hand shaking slightly as it touches my face.
"Ledger, I swear to God, if you stop now?—"
He cuts me off with another kiss, and then he's leaning back to tear his shirt off and my brain short-circuits. Because Jesus Christ, he's gorgeous…with a broad, mouth-watering chest covered in dark blond hair, muscles from years of physical labor, and sexy, tanned skin.
I run my hands over him, feeling him shudder at my touch.
"I need to see what you've been hiding under my clothes," he demands, eyes predatory.
I pull the thermal shirt up slowly to reveal my bare stomach. "Does it do something for you? Seeing me in your things?"
His hands fist at his sides. "You have no fucking idea."
"Tell me." I push up and peel the shirt off, tossing it aside.
"Makes me want to keep you," he says, roughly. "And make you come so hard the only word you remember is my name."
I whimper.
"Hell," he breathes, undoing my bra, and then exploring my bare breasts. "You're so beautiful."
I arch into his touch, trembling.
"It's been years," he admits, and then his mouth is on me, capturing a taut peak, tongue swirling around it. I bow off the bed with a sound I've never made before.
"Listen to you," he murmurs, switching to the other breast. "So needy. So perfect. Bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?"
I just nod. “God, Ledger, I need?—"
"I know." His hands are on my sweatpants now, peeling them down my legs. "I know what you need."
His mouth and hands worship every inch of skin he reveals, until I'm writhing beneath him, begging in ways that would embarrass me if I could think straight.
Then he helps me with his pants, and—shit, that’s a big cock.
Proportionalis an understatement.
"Second thoughts?" There's vulnerability under his teasing tone.
"No way." I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his thick length, earning me a hiss. “Just strategizing. Everything about you is oversized.”
“I’ll take care of you,” he promises, his fingers tracing up my inner thigh, teasing.
"Ledger, please?—"
"Like this?" His thumb brushes over my pussy through my panties, barely there pressure that makes me want to scream.
"I need you to stop teasing and—oh!"He pushes my panties aside, sliding his thick fingers over my wet, aching folds.
"So damn wet," he breathes, caressing my sensitive flesh.
I gasp, rocking against his hand. "God, your hands?—"
His fingers circle my clit, brushing over it, then more deliberately, making my muscles shake and flutter.
