Page 12 of My Apocalypse Mountain Man
"Good. Because I don't think I can sleep alone tonight. Not after..."
"After?"
"After realizing I'd rather die than lose you."
"You're not losing me. Come on," he says. "Let's get cleaned up. Then we figure out what this means."
"I already know what this means."
"What?"
"It means I'm staying. It means you're mine and I'm yours. It means we stop pretending this is just a survival partnership. Kiss me again, Kole. Like you mean it this time."
He does, backing me toward the bedroom, and I know there's no going back from this. He sets me down gently but his hands are already working at my clothes, peeling away layers with desperate need. I help him, equally frantic to feel skin against skin.
When we're both naked, he stops, just looking at me in the firelight.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes. "I can't believe you're real."
"Very real," I assure him, reaching for his already hard cock. "And very yours."
"Mine," he agrees, backing me toward the bed. "All mine."
He lays me down carefully, then starts kissing his way down my body. His mouth is hot and demanding, paying special attention to my breasts until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Kole, please—"
"Please what?" He looks up at me with wicked eyes. "Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth. Between my legs. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy."
"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty." He settles between my thighs, spreading me wide. "Such a pretty little cunt. And so wet for me already."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed. He's thorough, methodical, using his mouth and fingers to drive me absolutely insane.
"You taste so fucking good," he groans against me. "Like heaven. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."
"Don't stop," I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair. "Oh god, don't stop."
He slides two thick fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, and I'm flying apart, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash through me.
"That's it," he encourages, working me through the aftershocks. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me taste how sweet you are when you fall apart."
When I can finally breathe again, I pull him up for a desperate kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
"My turn," I tell him, pushing him onto his back.
I take my time exploring his body, kissing and licking every inch of hard muscle. When I finally take his cock in my mouth, he nearly comes off the bed.
"Jesus, Sierra—"
I work him with my tongue, taking him as deep as I can, using my hands on what doesn't fit. He's thick and long and perfect, and I love the way he responds to my touch.
"You're going to make me come if you keep doing that," he warns, his hand tangled in my hair.
"Not yet," I say, pulling off with a wet pop. "I want you inside me when you come. I want to feel you fill me up."
"Fuck yes." He flips us over, settling between my spread thighs. "Are you ready for me?"
