Page 138 of Mountain Grump
A moan rattles around in my chest. The warmth of his lips spears straight through my body.
His fingers tug at my other nipple. My silver barbells are almost a perfect match to the one at the base of his dick.
I bring my hands up to Ethan’s hair.
He switches, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, his teeth clinking against the metal as he swirls his tongue around it.
“Oh. Gods.”
He flattens his tongue and gives me the slowest, firmest lick.
I tilt my hips up, and he presses down into me, so the underside of his cock is nestled in my cleft.
“Ethan.” I tighten my grip on his hair as I wiggle beneath him, trying to line up his tip with my entrance.
He gently bites my piercing. And the moan that comes out of me is so loud that I’m glad we’re in the middle of nowhere.
Ethan rolls my other nipple between his fingers. “Who did these piercings?”
“A man.” I pull on his hair, bringing his mouth back up to mine. “It was purely professional.” My lips brush against his. “I never saw him again.”
“Good.” Ethan seals his mouth to mine.
His fingers tug on my nipple again.
His weight shifts.
He opens my mouth with his.
He rocks his hips. And the head of his dick pushes into me.
Our mouths are still pressed together.
Our lips parted. Inhaling each other’s exhales.
And we don’t move.
But he keeps pushing his hips forward.
He keeps sinking into me.
And I squeeze my eyes shut tighter.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
I struggle to take him.
“Relax,” Ethan whispers against my lips. “Breathe.”
I focus on relaxing my muscles.
Ethan slides in deeper.
I focus on breathing.
He pushes in deeper.
Ethan softly kisses me. My muscles loosen. And he shoves the rest of the way in.
