Page 10 of Love Me In Misty Mountain
“I need more, Scott.” She said as she reached for me.
I groaned, knowing I was already in too deep. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to give you everything.”
I’ll figure out Jake later on. I just knew that this was only the beginning.
Chapter 11: Bree
Ilay there, still breathless, my body trembling from what Scott had just done. No man had ever made me feel like that. Not even close. Sure, I’d had men go down on me before, it was usually awkward, half-hearted attempts that had left me feeling self-conscious about my body, about my curves, about the way my thighs spread wide beneath them.
But Scott?
Scott had devoured me like he’d been starving for it. Like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Not once had I felt like I needed to hide or shrink myself. He wanted me. All of me, and sweet Jesus, I wanted him too.
“You okay?” He was propped up on his elbow, eyes dark, still watching me like he was ready to drag me back under his mouth and start all over again.
I let out a shaky breath, a small laugh escaping. “I’m more than okay. That was fan-freaking-tastic. I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Sweetheart, that was just the teaser.”
Heat bloomed low in my belly again. “If that was a teaser,” I said, voice husky, “I want the main course.”
He tensed, ad I could see the need, but there was hesitation too. “Bree.”
I cut him off, reaching out. My fingers brushed his zipper, and I felt him jerk beneath my touch. The hard length of him was pressed tight against his jeans. I licked my lips as I slowly worked the zipper down, freeing him. He was thick, hot and heavy in my hand, his dick twitching against my palm.
“Oh,” I breathed as I ran a finger down his impressive length.
Scott groaned low in his throat, his hips jerking slightly as I wrapped my fingers around him. “Jesus, Bree.”
I stroked him gently, watching the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened even more. I felt powerful in that moment, knowing I could make him lose control the way he had made me.
“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing. “But I want to try.”
Scott’s hand brushed against my cheek. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. I don’t expect anything.”
“I want to.”
Before I could overthink it, I lowered my head. My tongue flicked over the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. He hissed in a breath, his hand tangling in my hair, but he didn’t push forward, he let me go at my pace.
I wrapped my lips around him, taking him slowly into my mouth. He was thick, stretching my mouth wide, and I took as much as I could. His groan was low and guttural, vibrating through me and making me clench my thighs together.
I moved slowly, sliding up and down his length, using my hand to cover what I couldn’t take. Every sound he made, every curse, fueled me. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel, and by the way he kept swelling in my mouth, I was achieving my goal.
“Fuck, Bree... that mouth... so perfect.”
His praise sent a thrill through me, and I relaxed, taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked. His hips bucked slightly, and I loved the way he almost lost control. Before I could take him right to the edge, his hand tightened in my hair, gently pulling me off him. I looked up, confused, lips swollen, breath uneven.
“I’m too close,” he rasped, his stormy eyes wild. “And I need to see you.”
He pushed me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. He gripped his cock, stroking himself as his eyes roamed over me, my flushed cheeks, my breasts rising and falling, my thighs still damp from what he’d done earlier.
“Jesus Bree, you’re perfect,” he muttered.
I spread my legs a little wider, heat pooling low in my belly as I watched him lose control. “Do it,” I whispered. “I want to see you come, Scott.”
With a guttural curse, thick ropes of his hot release spilled over my thighs and stomach. His breathing was ragged, his hand still wrapped around his length as he finished. The sight of him losing himself because of me was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
We lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily, before he leaned down and kissed me, slow and deep.
