Page 21 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Temptation
Things have changed dramatically since yesterday. Will he touch me if I ask? The thought of his strong hands squeezing my breasts, sliding between my thighs… I shift on his lap, brushing against his hard cock, and can’t hold back the breathy moan.
Anson grips my hip, locking me in place. “Jesus, Ellie. You have to stop moving like that.”
The pain in his voice, the need, makes me bold. I slide out of his lap.
“Don’t go.” He grabs my waist, tugging me back.
But I have other ideas. I turn in his embrace, facing him in the starlight. The moon is low to the horizon and darkness closes in our own little world.
His gaze drops to my breasts, just below the surface of the water. How much can he see? Not enough.
Swallowing the last of my nerves, I stand up, baring my body to him.
“Fuck.” He pulls me closer until I’m standing between his legs. My breasts are at eye level, and my core is just below the waterline. “I want to touch you, Ellie.”
“Yes.” I move his hands up to my breasts. “Touch me, Anson.”
He slowly explores my body, running his hands reverently over my shoulders and down my arms, cupping both breasts and tracing the curve of my waist.
“More,” I beg.
He follows with his mouth. First pinching my nipples until they’re hard buds, then drawing each between his lips. His tongue dances around each nipple, flicking and worshiping them.
I grip his hair, holding him closer as heat floods my body, from the water and his touch. I’m drowning in sensation.
He sucks one, then the other, his fingers dipping between my thighs. Anson teases, stroking around my hot center without touching.
My body winds tighter and tighter, but I need more. Grabbing his hand, I press it against my folds, and sigh in relief.
He gives a dark chuckle. “You need something, sugar?”
I growl at him. “I need your fingers. Right here.” I clench my thighs around his hand, holding him in place.
Anson searches my face and slowly smiles.
It’s the most devastatingly beautiful thing my heart has ever seen. I’m not going to survive.
In a flash, he locks one arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest. The hand between my thighs presses against my folds. “Here?” One finger slides lower, teasing my entrance. “Or here?”
“Yes. All of it.”
He slides one finger inside me, stretching my body. “You’re tight.”He presses that finger in once, twice, then slides it out.
“No!”
But Anson has other ideas. He lifts me easily onto the edge of the tub. “Hold the side.”
I grasp it to steady myself. Is this it? Is he going to make love to me?
He gently pushes my thighs wider, and just when I think he’s going to slide his hard cock into me, just as I’m bracing for the pain I’ve been told will happen, he drops to his knees and licks my folds from bottom to top.
I nearly fall out of the hot tub.
Anson chuckles at my squeak, wraps an arm around my hips, and drags me closer to his tongue.
Oh God, nothing has ever felt this good. Not even a hot fudge sundae on a summer day.
His tongue slides through my wetness, swirling around my clit and back down. Over and over, then fucking me with the hard tip. I’m writhing on his tongue, mewling like a cat, and practically riding his face as my orgasm rushes through my body.
