Page 10 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Challenge
I licked her again, slower this time. Drew a soft circle with my tongue, then flattened it and pressed in deeper. Her hips rocked forward, just a little, chasing the rhythm.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”
I kept going, hands sliding up to her hips to hold her steady while I worshiped every inch of her. She was trembling under my mouth, her legs barely holding her upright, her breath catching every time I changed the angle or the pressure.
I could’ve stayed there all night. Just tasting her. Learning her.
She moaned my name. That nearly undid me.
“Collin. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t stopping. Not until I gave her what she came for.
I slid one hand up, letting my thumb stroke lazy circles over her hipbone while my mouth kept working her, licking her like she was the only thing I’d ever want in my mouth again.
Her cries were soft, gasping, choked on the edge of something big. I pulled her leg over my shoulder and sank deeper, holding her there.
That did it. She came with a gasp, her body shuddering, her fingers curling into my hair like she didn’t know what else to hold on to.
I slowed down, kissed her softly, let her ride it out. Let her feel it all. Only when I felt her start to sag against the beam did I stand again, hands steadying her waist.
She looked dazed. Wrecked. Glowing.
I kissed her cheek. Her temple. Her lips.
“You okay?” I murmured.
She nodded. “Better than okay.”
I smiled, brushing her hair back from her face. And all I could think was next time, I wanted to be inside her when she fell apart like that.
“Are you ready?” I asked. “We could go back to my place.”
She shook her head. “Here. Now. I want to feel you inside me.”
I held in a groan and stepped away, grabbing a condom from the wallet in my back pocket. If she wondered why I was so well-prepared, she didn’t show it, but just in case, I had a quip planned about how a SEAL always came prepared. It wouldn’t be a lie.
As I tore open the packet, she stepped forward and unfastened my shorts, letting them drop to the ground. Then she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and tugged downward, lowering herself to a squat as she went.
My movements froze, the packet still half-opened between my thumb and finger. As my cock sprang out, she looked up at me, then snaked out her tongue to swirl it around the tip.
Fuck fuck fuck.
My eyelids involuntarily slammed down as she abandoned my underwear and shorts at my ankles to wrap her hand around my shaft. Then she took me in deep, using her hand and tongue and lips to drive me to distraction.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to work. If I let her continue, I’d come in her mouth, and we’d have to wait for me to recover. I didn’t want even five minutes to pass before I slid inside that sweet, wet pussy.
“Get up here,” I said, putting my left hand on her head.
She looked up at me, mouth still wet, pupils wide. I stepped out of my sneakers, kicked off my shorts and underwear completely, and reached for her hands. She let me pull her to her feet, and I caught her before she could stumble. Her body pressed into mine, bare from the waist down, all soft curves and warm skin. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard—messy, deep, hungry.
Her legs were still trembling as I walked her backward, kissing her all the way, until we reached the wide, flat railing beneath the windows. It wasn’t ideal, but it would work. I lifted her easily, setting her on the edge and stepping between her thighs.
She moaned as I removed her shirt, then kissed down her throat, across her chest, and over the soft swell of one breast. Her bra was still on, barely, so I reached behind and unhooked it in one clean motion. When it fell away, I pulled back to look at her—flushed, breathing hard, breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath.
“Jesus,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Her hands found my chest, then slid lower.
