Page 61 of Grumpy on the Mountain
When I finally put my mouth on her, she arches off the bed with a cry that goes straight to my cock. She tastes like heaven and home and everything I never knew I was missing. Like freedom. Like forever.
I lose myself in her cunt, licking and sucking and learning every sound she makes. When I slide two fingers inside her, she's so wet and tight that I have to adjust myself to ease the pressure.
But I don't stop. Can't stop.
Because this is my happy place.
Right here, between her thighs, making her fall apart with my tongue.
This is where I fucking belong.
"Beau, please," she gasps, her hips rolling against my mouth. "I need—"
"I know what you need," I growl against her clit, then suck it hard enough to make her scream.
That's when she breaks, her back arching completely off the bed as a scream tears from her throat.
"Beau, oh, BEAU!" she gasps, voice breathless and broken.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave of her orgasm crashes through her. I can feel her pussy pulsing against my tongue, flooding my mouth with her sweet creamy release as she gushes so hard my sheets are instantly soaked beneath us.
Her hands fist in my hair, holding me against her pussy, making my face grind against her core as she rides out every aftershock, her hips bucking uncontrollably.
The sounds she makes—half sobs, half cries of pure ecstasy—drive me absolutely wild. I don't stop, drawing out every last tremor until she's pushing weakly at my shoulders, too sensitive to take any more.
When I finally lift my head, her juices are drenching my facial hair, and the sight of the wet mess we've made of my bed fills me with fierce satisfaction.
I want evidence of this everywhere. I want to remember exactly how she looked when she shattered for me.
I could stay down here all night, making her come over and over again, but she's pulling at my hair, trying to get me to move up her body.
"I need you," she pants, her eyes glazed with satisfaction but still hungry. "All of you."
I kiss my way back up her body, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts again before capturing her mouth. She moans when she tastes herself on my lips, and I nearly lose it.
My cock is hard and aching, pressing against her thigh, and when she looks down at me, her eyes widen.
"Christ, you're big," she breathes, and I have to close my eyes and think about anything other than the way she's looking at my dick right now.
"I'll be gentle," I promise, positioning myself between her thighs. "I'll take care of you."
"I know you will," she whispers, reaching up to cup my face. "I trust you."
Trust.
The word hits me harder than any bullet ever did. She trusts me. This perfect, beautiful woman trusts me with her body, her pleasure, her heart.
I won't let her down.
I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness, and I have to grip the base to keep from coming right there.
I watch, mesmerized at her slick pussy, and as I start to push inside her, I see myself slowly disappear inch by inch into her tight heat.
"Fuck," I breathe, watching her pink lips stretch around my thickness.
She's so tight, so perfect, gripping me like a vice as her cunt adjusts to my size. She moans beneath me and I can see every detail—the way she opens for me, how her slick walls flutter around my cock as I sink deeper.
Her breath hitches, and I look up to see her eyes wide with sensation, her lips parted as she takes all of me. I push deeper and the visual of my cock buried completely inside her, her body stretched tight around me, makes my vision blur with need.
