Page 10 of My Sweetart Holidate

She moans as I slip a finger beneath the lace and find her nipple. I relish in the way my soft strokes harden it to a peek in seconds. When they’re both taut, I slide my hands to her back and unclip the lace prison, freeing her tits.

My mouth is drawn to her nipples, like it’s some magnetic pull I can’t resist. I trace my tongue around her pebbles as my hands slide down her sides. I fucking love the way her fingers greedily tousle my hair, her nails lighting scraping my skin as she arches into my touch.

I slip a thumb into the waistband of her leggings, brushing silk. My dick throbs with a desperate need to be inside her tight channel. To claim her pussy for my own.Soon. But not yet. I run my tongue down the valley of her breasts, heading south. By the time I’ve reached her belly button, her leggings and panties are pooled at her ankles.

Her intoxicating womanly scent fills me.

I glance up to find her watching me, eyes hooded and drenched with raw desire. Her back is pressed into the door, hips arched slightly forward in offering. I wrap my hands around her ankles and slowly slide up, kissing the inside of her calves, her knees, her thighs.

Her wetness drips down the inside of her thigh. It tastes fucking divine on my tongue as I lick a path to her center.

She whimpers as the tip of my tongue flickers over her swollen bud.

I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider to me. I take my time tasting, licking, devouring. I commit the landscape of her pussy to memory, noting which places are the most sensitive to my touch.

I suckle her bud and she nearly buckles.

“Fuck that feels good,” she pants, tightening the grip she has on my hair. “Don’t stop.” She rocks her hips to the rhythm of my tongue. “Please, don’teverstop.”

I fuse my mouth to her pussy and plunge my tongue into the softness. This time she does collapse. I catch her and skillfully drape her other leg over my shoulder. “Keep your back pressed against the door,Charlotte. I’m not done with you.”

I feast on her as if it’s the last thing I’ll ever taste. Her whimpers turn to loud moans and all out cries. We’ll probably get a noise complaint, but fuck it. If we get kicked out, I’ll take her back to my place where no one will be bothered by how loudly she screams my name.

Charlotte cries out one last, longfuuucckk!as her body convulses with a fierce orgasm. I hold her in place, my main objective to protect her from any harm as she rides her delicious wave of pleasure to its end. It’ll be the first wave of many she’ll catch tonight.

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Charlotte

My wobbly legs barely make it to the bed before I collapse onto my back and watch the sexy, gruff man undress. That was thebestorgasm of my life. Kash is the first man to take me to that place. Only yours truly has ever accomplished the same. And my efforts have never left me unable to walk a straight line.

In the dim lighting, I see glimpses of tattoos I hope to explore with my lips. But when he drops his jeans and his cock springs free, I forget all about the tattoos. I forget my own name. That’s not a penis. That’s Thor’s fucking Hammer.

I gasp.

Kash crawls onto the bed and up my body. “Don’t worry, Charlotte.” The way he practically purrs my name in that deep timbre causes my body to shiver with delight. It’s enough to erase all my fears. “I’m going to take very good care of you.” He kisses my neck, his beard gently scraping my skin. “I’m made for you. You’ll see.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him back to my lips. The taste of me lingers on his tongue.

“I have condoms,” he murmurs against my lips.

“With ans?”

“You think this is going to be a one-and-done type situation?” He laughs low and deep, the vibration of it causing quivers low in my belly. Is there anything this grumpy mountain man does thatdoesn’tturn me on? “I’m keeping you up all night long. Hope you weren’t counting on sleep.”

He kisses me thoroughly before retreating from the bed in search of his jeans. It feels very intimate to watch him roll the rubber onto his cock. Why have I never felt that way about it before?Because you’re falling in love, Charlie. That’s why. I gasp, drawing his attention to me as he climbs back onto the bed.

“It’ll fit, Charlotte. Do you trust me?”

I silence the voice in my head determined to shout theL-word from the damn rooftops and focus on the moment. I don’t trust myself and how fast I’m falling. But I do trust Kash. I trust him implicitly.

“Yes.”

“Then let go, Charlotte. Let go of your fears. I’ll keep you safe.”

I cup his stubble-covered cheek and drag his lips to mine. Never in my life have I felt such raw emotion in such a simple thing. But with each meeting of our mouths, I feel an exchange of hope, promise, andlove. Refusing to overthink things, I simply surrender to Kash.

I lift my legs, crossing my ankles over his lower back and invite him in. Inch by delicious inch. I’m dripping wet with desire and need of him. My tight channel eagerly stretches to invite him in where he belongs. I’ve never felt so close to a man before. I doubt I ever will again. There’s no point in denying how I feel anymore. I love him. I love Kash—guess I don’t know his last name.

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