Page 38 of My Wild Mountain Man

We kissed for a long while. Seconds melted into minutes. Before I knew it, his body was on top of mine, my legs around his waist. All I could feel, all I could taste, was Bash. I loved the easy way he handled me. The way he knew what I needed without having to say a word. I might have been at his mercy, but I wasn’t afraid.

There was no rushing him. It wasn’t until I was squirming under him that his lips moved from mine, down my chin and jawline and then neck

“Oh god!” I groaned.

“Not god, baby. Just your man,” he rumbled.

Just your man.His words floated in my head. I could get dizzy off them. I loved how he said things like that. It was probably dangerous for me to go falling like that, but I was going to trust the journey. Taking a leap of faith on yourself, much less someone else, was never easy, but that’s exactly what I was goingto do. His lips kissed the swell of my breast, tongue licking the hickey.

“Going to leave more of these all over you,” he darkly promised.

His lips worked my body while his hands explored. Before I knew it, his mouth just above my pelvic bone, his body between my thighs. My knees bent, feet planted on the mattress.

“Look at you. Such a pretty girl for her man, aren’t you? So fucking wet and tight. Pink. Fuck, this is my new favorite color right here,” he growled. His fingers slid between my folds, and the touch made me buck off the bed.

“Bash! Fuck!” He leaned closer, close enough to feel his breath on my skin warm and slightly ticklish. He breathed in, and I fought the urge to shut my legs.

“Jesus, you smell amazing,” he rasped. “I could bottle this and become a billionaire. But I don’t share. I’m a greedy bastard like that,” he growled.

His lips touched the inside of my thighs. First the right then the left. I trembled under his mouth, and then I felt it. His wide tongue licking me up. Slowly at first, but before I knew it, I was sweating and bucking beneath his attention. His finger slowly moved to my entrance. In and out with shallow touches. Just enough to take the edge off, but I still needed more.

“Please,” I whimpered incoherently.

“Please what, pretty girl?” he growled before his tongue circled my clit.

“More, oh please, Bash, more,” I panted. “I feel empty. Fill me up.”

“Fuck. How can I say no when you beg me so beautifully?” he cursed. A second finger joined in and pushed in a little deeper. With that, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the edge. “My girl wants more, doesn’t she?” he muttered against my pussy.His tongue frantic between my folds as my back arched off the mattress.

“More.” My voice cracked, and he licked my clit rougher.

Over and over while his fingers worked me up, in and out as they stretched me. Not completely but enough. His mouth closed over my clit, the pressure just enough, and I shattered. Euphoric pleasure washed through me, and fireworks set off behind my eyes lids as I bucked beneath him.

Not that he let me go far.

His arm draped over me, holding me in place as he languidly licked me up. I lay boneless beneath him. Everything in my body felt heavy yet exhilarated at the same time. Sated but ready to go again.

“Look at me, Raven,” he ordered, and like his good girl, I did his bidding. “There you are.” His lips quirked up just as his hand caressed the side of my face. “You didn’t saypizza.”

“I didn’t need to,” I whispered. Bash’s gaze softened before he leaned down and kissed me. Deep and wet, dominating. I could taste myself on his lips, and it didn’t turn me off. Even though I felt like Jello, I wanted more. Lifting my body on my elbows, straining to be closer, I was surprised when he pulled away. Cool air hit my naked body as I watched him pull his shirt off in that complicated way men did before tossing it behind him.

“Bash—“ I didn’t get a chance to say another word. He lay in bed, carefully pulling me against his body. I curled up next to him, my arm draped over his waist and my face at his side. “What about you?” I asked, glancing down at the hard bulge that strained against his pants. My mouth watered for my own taste of him.

“Baby, that was for me.” I could hear a smile in his voice.

“But you didn’t… you know.” I glanced up at him. His hooded gaze on me moved. From my lips down my body. I shivered.My body warmed up at the way he was looking at me before he pulled the blanket over us.

“Falling asleep with the taste of you in my mouth and your sweet body tucked against me is definitely for me,” he murmured before kissing the top of my head, pulling me closer. “Rest. We have a busy weekend ahead of us,” he promised. My eyes grew heavy.

The anticipation of whether this would or wouldn’t happen and the sleepless nights of the week got to me, not to mention the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given me. My eyes grew heavier with every beat of his heart I heard beneath my ear, and before I knew it, I was soundly asleep.

raven

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Wakingup with someone in your bed for the first time should have been weird.

Instead, as my back was curled into his front, a very hard bulge pressed against my butt and warm breath at my neck, I’d never felt more comfortable. I felt his lips against my shoulder. The wetness of his mouth made something between my legs start to throb.

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