Page 27 of Merry on the Mountain
“Here?”
“Yes. I can’t wait until we’re inside. It’s too far.” His hands slide under my skirt until they arrive at the straps of my thong. “Unless it's too cold.”
Just call me Elsa. “The cold’s never bothered me.”
“Thank fuck.” In one terribly smooth motion, he frees me from my panties and tucks them in the back pocket of his jeans.
He moves so fast, pulling my thighs wide and lowering his mouth to my pussy. The heat of his mouth contrasted to the frigid night air feels so incredible I fall back, my head resting on the driver’s seat back. He laps at my clit while his fingers pump inside me.
“More, more, more,” I chant mindlessly as he learns my body’s cues.
My back bows when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. I’ve had men go down on me on before, but this is an entirely different plane of existence. He devours me like I’m his first taste and last meal.
I come with a loud cry, heat racing from my center outwards in an explosion of knee-shaking pleasure. Spots dot my vision as I stare up at the dim interior light above me and come down from the high. He presses a final kiss to the inside of my thigh and then stands up, bracing his arms on the top of the truck. The only sound between us is our panted breaths.
After a minute he reaches in and pulls me out of the truck, one arm wrapped around my waist like I weigh nothing.
“I can walk.”
“When do you go back to work?” He closes the truck and locks it.
“Sunday.” I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere not attached to me until then.”
“Promise?”
“Guaran-fucking-tee.” He stops at the top of the stairs. “My place or yours.”
“Mine. For Maya.”
He turns and pulls his own key out, unlocking the door. As soon as we’re in the door, he presses me against the wall, his hands slipping under my dress again. His fingers coast over my sensitive skin. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.” I nod and reach down between us, unbuttoning his jeans. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I do.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet. While he tears it open with his teeth, I slide my hand inside his pants and wrap my fist around his hard length. Maybe it’s just been a long time, but his cock feels massive. I give him a few firm pumps and feel him twitch in my hand.
I lower my legs, so he can push his jeans down his hips and let his cock all the way out. It bounces free, jutting proudly between us as moisture leaks from the slit on his crown. I want to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, but he rolls the condom down his length and picks me back up.
“Ready?”
I nod, already feeling the heat of his dick notched right outside my center. “Yes.”
He thrusts into me and time stops. I lean forward and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. It’s messy. It’s wild. I’ve never been fucked like this, so passionately and damn near frantic.
“God damn you feel good.” He pants as his cock pistons in and out of me.
“So do you.” I drop my head back against the wall. “So fucking good. I want to feel you come.”
He swears and thrusts so deep inside me I swear I feel him in my chest. His forehead drops to mine as my pussy grips his cock, milking his orgasm out of him as mine works its way through my body.
He pulls out of me as the final tremors of pleasure subside, and I drop my shaky legs to the floor. Thank fuck for the wall holding me up. I watch as he pulls the condom off and tucks himself back into his pants. He presses a kiss to my lips before walking into the bedroom to toss the condom in the trash. Maya comes racing out, her tail wagging happily.
“I’m going to let her out,” I call out.
“Let me.” He reappears, jeans still unzipped and unbuttoned. “I need to grab a few things from my place.”
