Page 215 of Mountain Grump
I pull my hand back, just a few inches, but she keeps hers there.
Her fingertips press against the base of my cock as mine start to rub circles around her clit.
Tilda clenches, and I grip her hip with my other hand.
To hold her. And to rock her.
Tilda rolls her hips with a gasp. She settles her free hand on my knee as she leans forward even more. But her other hand is still between us.
Still trying to grip me. Fingers slipping against my slick cock.
I keep rocking her. Getting closer and closer.
I managed to shove my jeans down a few inches, and now I can feel her wetness all over me.
“I’m so fucking close.” I warn Tilda.
“Me too.” Her pussy flutters around my length.
I focus on her clit.
On the way it feels.
How slippery it is.
“Come for me, Starlight.” I can tell how close she is. “Hurry up and come for me.”
I watch her shake her head. “Be a Good Boy, and you go first.”
She leans forward even more and slides her hand down to cup my balls.
Her fingers flex.
Her core tightens.
She squeezes and oh-so-gently pulls.
“Holy fuck.”
I explode.
My abs contract.
I wrap my left arm around her waist as I sit up, curling into her.
And I hold her tightly as my dick pulses, filling her so full I can feel it dripping it out of her.
Tilda tenses, and with one final rub of my fingers, she comes.
Again.
Chapter 118
Tilda
Panting,I’m deadweight, sprawled over Ethan like a life-sized rag doll.
We both collapsed back after the shockwave subsided. He still has an arm banded around me, his other hand on my thigh, and I can feel the wetness of our combined releases on his fingers.
