Page 159 of Mountain Grump

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My fingers flex against her thighs, her flesh molding perfectly to my touch.

She makes a whimpering sound, and I keep my face where it is, but I lift my eyes to hers. “I need you to be loud, Starlight. I need to hear you moan.” I lean in, just a little. Until my lips are brushing against her smooth flesh. “Show me how alive you are.”

She opens her mouth.

And so do I.

I lean into her, flatten my tongue against her. And I lick.

I lick the length of her slit.

Then I do it again.

And on the third pass, I press in. I part her folds with my tongue, and I taste my wife.

Tilda lets out a strangled sound.

I do it again.

And again.

I push my tongue into her as far as I can.

I feel the heat of her against my mouth.

I consume her.

Tilda groans and presses her heels against my shoulders.

I groan back, sending vibrations through her body. And she squirms.

I palm the backs of her thighs and push her legs up, so her feet lift off my shoulders.

Her poor, injured feet.

I lick the length of her again.

“Ethan. Oh my gods.” I glance up to see her hands reaching for me, but when I push my tongue into her hole, she gives up and reaches for her tits instead.

She pinches her nipples. The light catches on her piercing. And I growl against her slit.

Tilda’s neck arches.

And I press my tongue against her, dragging it all the way up this time. And when I reach her clit, when I feel that warm pearl of sweetness, I suck.

Tilda cries out.

She squeezes her tits.

And I keep my mouth sealed over her bundle of nerves as I continue to create suction.

I suck and I lick and I trace every contour with the tip of my tongue.

“I… I…” Tilda’s labored breathing fills the cabin.

I trail my hand down the inside of her thigh, my other hand still holding her legs spread.

Then I lean back. So I can watch.

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