Page 20 of Mountain Man Grinch
Her chin raises in defiance. “You first.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice.
Thank God for leggings. I slide them from her legs in one greedy move, then her silky purple G-string, dripping with need for me. I crumple it in my hand, bringing it to my nose and breathing her in.
Her eyes round.
I chuckle. “Princess, I already told you. I’m one step above a caveman.” I wink, and she giggles.
“Guess I should be lucky you didn’t drag me here by my hair.”
“Next time,” I say, noticing her hand curled, covering her pussy. “No hiding from me,” I scold, gently teasing her hand back and then sliding her legs apart.
Her breath comes out sharp, weighted with desire.
I stare at her pussy, mouth watering. The hair’s red down here, too. Heat rises up my neck at the realization. “You tell me if anything feels wrong.” I splay her pussy lips open with my forefinger and thumb. She gasps, clit popping up like a pink rosebud begging for mouth.
Her moan is greedy, lavish, the first time my tongue slides through her slick folds. Her musky flavor makes me an instant believer. I have to angle myself, press my cock hard into the mattress to keep from exploding as I dive into her, teasing, lapping, licking.
Whimpers and moans escape her lips, eyes rolling into the back of her head as I make a mental map of what undoes her. I swirl my tongue around her pearl, feel with satisfaction how her hips inch off the mattress. I suck her swollen, her body following my mouth as I slide a finger inside, registering her impossible tightness.
There’s no way I’ll fit. No way I’ll go without figuring it out. Her hand tangles into my hair, pressing me more tightly against her. She grinds against my face, and I unravel, half-mad with thirst for her.
“Please,” she begs between pants. “Don’t stop, Davin. I’m so close.”
I double down, curl my finger, and work her pussy until she squeezes and trembles around me. Her legs tighten, then shake, breath coming faster as I push her to the edge again and again until she pleads for release. I add a second finger, forcing her to take me, though she squirms, gasps. Her hips buck up, body opening for me, making space.
Rhythmically, her hips move, fucking my hand as I lap and lick her into oblivion. Her fingers find my back, sliding beneath the thermal and digging into me as waves of orgasm hit her. She screams my name against the howl of the wind, gushing into my beard.
I take everything she has to give, savoring her honey like a fine whiskey. “That’s it, Princess,” I talk her through it, not stopping until she does, melting into the mattress.
Licking my fingers clean, I wait for her breathing to slow, then slide up to her face. Caressing her cheek, I ask, “Did you like that?”
“Like?” she pants. “I don’t think there’s a verb forthat. What was that?”
I chuckle, falling all over again for the pink of her cheeks, the rawness of her voice, the innocence I’ll protect to my dying breath.
“Me loving you,” I say before thinking. My face goes taut.Too fucking soon, Davin.
But she beams, eyes warm and pooling with tears.
“Too much?” I ask, arching a brow.
“Never enough with you,” she declares, pulling me close for another kiss.
Her hands find my hunting pants, unbuttoning and unzipping. My breath hitches in my throat. We’re at the precipice neither of us can step back from. Not approaching it slowly with thought and care. No, damn well sprinting over the top.
I open my mouth to say something, but one look at her determined face, and she’s conquered me. We’ll jump off together then, catch each other as we fall.
My pants and boxers hit the floor, and she eyes me for one long moment. Incredulous.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
Her gaze widens. “Just not sure how I’ll take all that.”
I chuckle. “Slow and easy. We’ll do this together. If it becomes too much, tell me.”
She nods, a smile blossoming across her face. I slide between her legs, teasing her opening with the tip of my cock, runningthe head through her juices to make this easier. Her eyes are fire, beckoning me inside.
