Page 20 of Love Me In Misty Mountain
I can’t stand it anymore.
I move toward her, as her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop. When I reach her, I cup her face with one hand, tilting her head up. Our mouths are so close, I can feel her breath against my lips.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, before crushing my mouth to hers.
She moans into the kiss, her hand still moving between her thighs, and I growl against her lips because she’s so fucking eager, so ready to learn, to be touched.
To be mine.
I tear my clothes off, not caring where they land. My jeans hit the floor with a thud, my dick springing free, aching, heavy, already leaking for her.
I step into the shower, pulling her into me. Her soft, wet body presses against my chest, and I swear I could come just from that. I grab the soap, working it over her skin, taking my time.
I wash her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples until she’s squirming against me. I glide my hands down her hips, over her ass, squeezing hard, making sure she knows I love every fucking inch of her.
When I get to her thighs, I drop to my knees. She looks down, breathless.
“This is what I wanted, Bree,” I rasp, gripping her hips. “To taste you again. To see you lose control.”
I nudge her thighs apart with my shoulders, and she leans back against the wall, bracing herself. I kiss the inside of her thigh, then the other, before finally dragging my tongue up her slit.
She cries out, her hand flying to my head, fingers tangling in my wet hair.
“Scott—oh my God.”
I groan against her, the taste of her driving me insane. She’s so fucking sweet, and she’s mine. I flick my tongue over her clit, circling it slowly, before dipping lower and teasing her entrance. She’s soaked, her arousal mixing with the warm water streaming over us.
I can’t get enough.
I grip her thighs tighter, holding her open for me as I lick and suck, working her up until she’s gasping my name over and over. When I slide two fingers inside her, she arches off the wall, her hips bucking against my face.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur against her clit. “Let me feel you.”
I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her, and suck her clit into my mouth at the same time. Her body seizes, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as she comes, hard and fast, clenching around my fingers.
I don’t stop. Not until she’s shaking and pushing at my head, begging me to let her breathe.
I stand slowly, watching her, memorizing the flush on her chest, the way her lips are swollen from kissing, the dazed look in her eyes.
My woman.
I kiss her softly, letting her taste herself on my tongue, then I scoop her into my arms, carrying her out of the bathroom, water dripping from both of us.
I lower her onto my bed, spreading her out before me, wet, naked, and fucking perfect.
Her thighs are still trembling, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I climb over her, bracing myself on my forearms as I look down at her.
I can see it, how she’s still a little nervous. How no one has ever made her feel beautiful like this before.
I’m going to fucking change that. I grab a condom and slide it on as she watches, wishing like hell I could feel her against me fully.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock along her slick folds. “You understand me?”
She bites her lip, nodding.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes.
