Page 91 of Into the Mountains
But I break the kiss instead and gather her hair again, turning her to face away from me.
“Now, actually sit still this time.”
The air is charged again as I pull her hair back, bit by bit and then section it into three parts, braiding it down the middle. I haven’t mastered the French braid and it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything with hair, but it’s decent.
She runs her hands over it as I tie the scrunchie at the bottom of the braid. “I can already tell without looking this looks way better than anything I could have ever done.”
“Just wait until you can see what else I can do with it,” I tease.
“I’m listening.” Her head turns just slightly so she can look over her shoulder and fuuuuck, I am so gone for her.
“Bend over on all fours.”
“I like the sound of this already.” It’s probably obvious where I’m going with it, but her eagerness to do exactly what I want has my cock jumping to attention.
“Fuck, you being so willing, so open to all of this.”
“Just wait until it’s your turn, honey. You’ll barely survive.”
“Oh, you’re going to eat me alive, but I’ll enjoy every second of it.” I give her a slap on the ass and she squeals in surprise.
Seeing her like this, knees apart, breasts swaying with her, ass toward me, ready. I can’t resist.
I position myself behind her and spread her with my fingers first to make sure there’s enough so we can both be comfortable. I slip two fingers in suddenly and her moan pierces the air.
Removing my fingers, I replace them with the tip of my cock and slowly push into her. My hands are at her hips and I can feel her trying to push against me, to go faster. “Not just yet, honey.”
I bend forward and palm her breasts, roll her nipples between my fingers which only drives her hips into me more. But in this position, it’s harder for her to move them in the way she wants.
“You feel so good.”
“What feels good? Specifics.”
In between breaths, she says, “Your cock inside me. Your hands on my tits. Knowing you have more you want to do to me gets me so close.”
“Mmmm, good.”
I lean back up and push into her hard. A few more times and she’s calling out my name, begging for more.
Fuck this feels too good and I have to accept the fact I’m not going to last long. I just have to make sure she comes first. The braid lays perfectly down her back like it was placed there just for me, but that is going to have to wait. She comes first.
“Where the fuck are you going?” She looks back and answers her own question when she sees my head lining up between her knees, my hands at her hips ready to lower them to me.
“Making sure you’re satisfied.”
And I do. I pull down her hips until I can get to her, my fingers slipping right back to where they were, three of them this time and I curl them against her walls, the buck of her hips and the sounds coming from her telling me exactly where I need to go. I suck on her clit and lick with the tip of my tongue as I press my fingers in and out until I feel her clench around them. She tenses as she rides out the orgasm as liquid follows. I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I was before I got under her, but it’s possible.
Holy shit. I’ve never done that to a woman before and I don’t think I knew I’d like it so much. After the orgasm subsides, she doesn’t come down to my face right away.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, that was…really good, I’ve just never…uh…”
“Squirted right on a guy’s face before?” She laughs at my bluntness. We are where we are because we’ve been honest with each other, there’s no reason to stop that now.
“I’ve actually never done it at all. That was the first time and it felt…”
“Incredible?”
