Page 26 of Mistletoed with the Mountain Man
And I love it.
He climbs over me and reaches into the nightstand, pulling out?—
"You have rope?" I stare at the soft cotton cord.
“Handcuffs aren’t as comfortable." He presses a kiss to my wrist. "But only if you want this."
"I wanteverything, Kade."
He grins and binds my wrists together, then secures them to the headboard. He tests the knots, making sure they're snug.
"How's that feel?"
"Good,” I purr. “Reallygood."
"You can always tell me to stop. Anytime. I mean that." He brushes hair from my face, his touch tender. "Your safety is everything to me."
“I know.”
Then his mouth is on me—everywhere. Kissing down my body, pausing to bite gently at the curve of my breast, my hip, the inside of my thigh. By the time he settles between my legs, I'm squirming against the restraints.
I moan. "Kade, please?—"
"Patience." His breath ghosts over my pussy.
Then he tastes me, and rational thought goes right out the door. His tongue is wicked, sliding through my aching folds, knowing exactly where to tease and lick and suck. I'm pulling against the rope, moaning like mad, desperate to touch him…
But that only heightens it all.
"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs, then goes back to destroying me with his talented mouth, as I writhe beneath him.
The orgasm builds and builds until I'm begging, nearly sobbing with need.
“I love hearing you beg, baby,” he groans, tongue circling my clit. “I could listen to those sexy noises you make all night long.”
I’m trembling as he works me with his mouth, devouring me, driving me out of my mind.
“Oh…oh Kade…that’s…”
“Is that the sweet spot, Nia?” he whispers. “Does this needy little pussy want to come all over my face?”
I let out a desperate moan and his tongue swirls once more over my clit just right.
And I’m gone.
“Kade!” I cry out as pleasure crashes through me, wracking my body into convulsions.
He doesn’t stop. Just continues to make me crazy as he works my sensitive flesh.
“Yes…yes…baby,” I pant, as he holds me open, finishing me off.
“Damn, your honey is addicting, angel,” he groans, as I shiver.
Before I've fully come down, he's kissing his way back up my body.
I watch through hazy eyes as he finally strips off his clothes, revealing all that ink and muscle and those tantalizing piercings glinting in the low light.
"Come here," I manage, voice wrecked.
