Page 120 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
With her.
I could never get enough of this woman, not in the time we’ve already had together and not in the future. Every moment of my life is consumed by Willow, and I could feast on her all day, every day, and still feel like I was starving. Like it was never enough.
A low groan falls from her lips as I thrust my tongue as deep as I can inside her.
“Killian!”
She twines a clump of my hair around her hand, tugging to the side, trying to direct me where she wants me.
I chuckle against her wet flesh. “Tell me what you want, what you need.”
A shudder rolls through her.
Willow knows as well as I do that I don’t need direction. I can make her come hard and fast or do it slow and sweet until it’s practically torture for her. But I love to hear the words out of her mouth. Live to hear that she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I lift it and peer up at her. “Willow, look at me.”
She pulls away from the wall, and her eyes flutter open to meet mine, the steely gray there cloaked in a lusty haze.
“Tell.” I drag my tongue across her flesh. “Me.”
“I want…” She shifts restlessly, that red flush spreading up her neck and across her cheeks. “I want to come on your mouth and your fingers, and then I want your cock inside me.”
Fuck.
That’s the most direct response I’ve ever gotten from her, and I could come right now just hearing those words from her lips, ones I never thought I would experience again.
Worshipping her like this isn’t nearly enough to make up for what I’ve caused, and determination settles deep in my soul.
I will give this woman everything.
Starting right now.
I’ll give her something she’s never had before.
I pull my hand from her waist to slip a finger inside her, then another, spreading her wide. She moans, tightening around me, and I curl them deep, finding her G-spot.
A throaty groan falls from her parted lips, and she drops her head back to the wall again, clamping her cunt around my fingers. I drag my calloused fingertips along her inner walls, concentrating on that perfect spot with each retreat of my hand. My tongue slides up over her clit, and a needy mewl fills my ears as her hands tighten in my hair even more.
Her hips start to roll in time with my ministrations.
She unabashedly grinds against my face, seeking more while I work her up. Build her higher and higher. Tightening the coil inside her that will spring hard and fast before too long.
The scent of her soaked cunt quickly overpowers that of the food in the oven.
My entire world becomes centered between her legs as I feast on her, frantic to give her something explosive.
Her body finally starts to shake violently, her thighs tensing and tightening around my head. This woman could rip my damn fucking head off, and at least I’d die happy, knowing I made her come that hard in my final moments on this planet.
What a fucking way to go.
I pump my fingers into her, pulsing and dragging against her G-spot, flicking my tongue rapidly across her engorged clit until she finally detonates, squirting down my throat. A tidal wave of release that I swallow greedily, desperate for more.
Willow’s body pulses around my fingers as the orgasm crashes over her harder than any I’ve ever experienced with her.
Exactly what I wanted.
Complete ecstasy.
