Page 18 of Mountain Daddy
Nipping and nibbling, he removes my clothes slowly. Piece by piece. Caressing each exposed bit of skin with his hands and then his lips. Leaving a trail of goosebumps and building desire deep within my core in his wake.
I wonder if this is how he unwraps his present. One piece of tape—one tug of a ribbon—at a time. Savoring each and every second.
That’s not my style.
When it’s my turn, I attack him the same way I do a gift. I rip each piece off. Toss it aside carelessly.
Eager to feast my eyes on what I find.
When my hands reach the waist of his jeans, he grips them. “Hold on there.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because.” His lips curve up into a heart-melting grin that we turn me into a puddle if I wasn’t already one. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
Then, as if to prove his point, he trails hot, wet kisses down my body. His mouth lingers at my chest. His tongue swirls around a nipple. Making it pucker. Making me bite my lip so I won’t cry out and wake up the little girl sleeping down the hall.
“You’re responsive.” He flicks his tongue over me. “I like that.”
Then, he sucks the nipple deep into his mouth at the same moment his free hand finds my clit. I’d buck right up off the bed if his body didn’t have me pinned down to the bed.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, gripping onto his shoulders so tightly, I must be leaving dents in the firm skin.
“Do you like that?” he asks, adjusting his body to lavish attention on my other breast.
“I… I love it,” I breathe out as every thought besides the pleasure he’s wreaking on my body leaves my head.
With expert attention and an eagerness to please, he brings me to the cusp of ecstasy. I’m so close. So close to falling completely apart.
“Stop,” I murmur, before saying more clearly, “Please, stop.”
“Is everything okay?” He freezes, gaping up at me in disbelief. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No—no.” I shake my head emphatically and tug at him, bringing his mouth back up to mine. “I want…”
“What do you want, baby?”
My belly quivers at the word, and I nearly expire. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Clenching his eyes shut, he rests his forehead against mine for a moment. He breathes out deeply.
“I want that too.” Leaning toward the nightstand, he retrieves a condom.
I eagerly take it from him, using it as a chance to explore more of him. I wrap my hand around his shaft, giving it a pump and earning a growl of appreciation.
Once the condom is on, he rests his thick cock at my entrance. The full head presses intimately against me, and my body thrums in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” he asks, leaning up on his elbows to gaze down at me as if I’m the most beautiful person in the world.
“More than ready.”
I raise my hips, meeting him as he thrusts into me.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my pussy stretches to accommodate his size. “You feel amazing.”
