Page 55 of Broken on the Mountain
"Better?" he asks, still moving slick hands over my silky body.
"So much better."
He kisses down my sternum, my ribs, my stomach. Then he kneels, pulling me to the edge of the table, looking over my bare body like he's been waiting his whole life for someone to worship like this.
"Chase—"
"Shhhh…" His mouth finds my pebbled nipple, and I stop laughing when he swirls a tongue around it. "That's it. Just relax while I make you feelso damn good."
His mouth trails lower, a hot brand against my skin, until he's spreading me open with oil-slick fingers.
"So perfect," he murmurs, his breath cool over my slick folds. "So fucking wet for me already."
Then his tongue parts me.
I cry out, back arching off the table as he licks a slow, deliberate stripe from entrance to clit. The sensation is electric. The rough heat of his tongue against my sensitive flesh, the slide of oil, his thumbs pressing into the crease of my thighs, still massaging and working my tension out.
"Oh, Chase…" I moan his name, urging him on.
He hums against me, licking me deeper this time, circling my clit with slow circles of his tongue. My hips jerk, seeking more pressure, more friction.
"Please—"
He groans, low and approving, and sucks my clit into his mouth.
I start to tremble, my fingers scrabbling at the edge of the massage table as he devours my pussy. One hand slides up my stomach to tease my nipple, pinching, rolling, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Then his other hand drifts lower. Oil-slick fingers trace the curve of my ass, circling. One presses lightly against my back hole and I moan deeply.
"Oh god—" My voice breaks. "Don't stop."
The pressure is insistent but careful, just a firm touch sliding over the nerves as his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit.
Every nerve ending feels alive, singing with pleasure. The dual stimulation of his mouth on my clit and his finger pressing on my ass sends shockwaves through me.
I'm hurtling toward the edge, tension coiling unbearably tight. Then he slides a finger inside me, just the tip in my tight hole, and I shatter.
I scream, back bowing, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure rips through me. He rides it with me, tongue relentless, finger pressing just right until the waves subside into trembling aftershocks.
Slowly, gently, he eases off, lips brushing my inner thigh.
His chin glistens with my release and when he looks up at me with those sexy eyes, they sayI would do this every day if you let me.
I break apart inside. Because that's the moment I feel it.
I'm falling for him.
The thought crashes through me like the waterfall after I jumped, freezing cold and exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
This was supposed to be casual. Weekends only. No strings. No feelings.
But I'm totally and utterly falling for him.
He kisses me through the aftershocks, tasting like me, and then he scoops me up and carries me toward the deck without so much as a warning.
"What are you doing?" I giggle, wobbly and still riding my orgasmic high.
"The full Fox Hollow experience. Hot tub under the stars with champagne."
