Page 35 of Restored By the Mountain Man
I should’ve known this woman was my equal in certain ways. Zoe smirks mischievously before slowly raising both arms with her wrists touching and settling them over her head by the headboard.
Groaning, I close my eyes, the anticipation almost making me come. When I open them, the man I’ve been steps aside, and in his place, an animalistic need transforms my being. She sees it too. Her nose flares and her hips naturally tilt up, wanting.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Sweet Cheeks?”
Still keeping those long arms in place, her fire still shows. And I fucking love it. Her perfectly groomed brow arches. “Sweet Cheeks?”
I grin. “The sweetest I’ve ever had the pleasure of being that close to,” I answer. My voice is almost unrecognizable. “Do you know how hard it was not to bite that cheek then lick you top to bottom that first night?”
Her moan is all the permission I need.
I expertly wrap her wrists with my tie, bringing them closer, then loop the tie through the wooden bars. I leave plenty of slack for what I have planned. I tuck two fingers between her wrists and the tie. “Feel okay?” I quietly check in, my face against hers.
Zoe turns her face, our noses brushing together.
“So good,” she whispers, and I can’t resist.
I kiss her, demanding entry with my tongue, and we battle for dominance. Her body twists toward me. I abruptly pull away, leaving us panting. I stand at the end of the bed. Her body is at my mercy. But she’s the one in charge here. I’m at her altar, ready to be worthy of worshiping her tonight.
My knee hits the mattress, and I crawl up her body, running my hands from her delicate ankles, up her strong calves, under her knees, the skin there so soft. Bending, I leave kisses on the outside of her thigh, kissing up her body. With my hands tucked under her upper thighs, I grip them tight. Zoe releases a gasp. I spread her, making room for my body to lie at the juncture.
Growling, I run my nose up her inner thigh. The smell of her arousal drives me wild. My lips are right at her bare lips that glisten with her want. Tracking my eyes up, I meet hers over her heaving breasts, I remind myself to feast on later. Her hands grip the tie, holding on, bracing.
“Want me to kiss you here, Sweet Cheeks?” I ask, letting my warm breath tickle her.
She widens her legs, giving me a clear view of her inner, dark pink lips dripping.
“Does my baby need to come?” I ask, and I don’t know where the endearment comes from. I’m too far gone to care right now.
“I need you, Ezra,” she rasps. “I want you to lose yourself in my body.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, pressing my aching cock into the mattress. “Whatever you need.”
I dive in, wanting to shock her senses. I cover her core with my mouth, running the flat of my tongue between her lower lips and waiting for the moment the tip bumps into that swollen nub I’m dying to become intimately familiar with.
Hearing the pull of her restraints has me smiling as I trace around her clit, listening for what areas drive her higher.
“Ezra,” she cries, her legs restlessly pulling me closer, her smooth thighs squeezing my head.
I tilt my head and devour her, keeping her lower half against the bed as her body naturally fights to move. All to edge her closer. Just when her body tightens up, I pull away, the pop of my lips loud in the quiet of my bedroom.
“No,” she screams, pulling at the tie, whimpering as her hips twist desperately.
Kneeling between her legs, I lean forward and kiss her. I feel the tip of my shaft leak on her stomach, the pain both exhilarating and torturous.
“Please,” she whimpers, “I have to feel you fill me.” She licks my top lip.
My chest rumbles. “Soon,” I say at her mouth, then straighten up.
Taking her curvy hips in hand, I dig my fingers into her skin before I flip her onto her stomach. Crying out, Zoe digs her knees into the mattress, helping me set her bottom half in the air. Her hands squeeze the tie at the headboard tight.
“Damn, that ass.” I reverently run my hands over her two beautiful cheeks before squeezing. Zoe pushes her ass further into my hands.
I'm doing what I’ve been dreaming about for two days. I take a bite of her right cheek, then lick the bite. Her panting echoes in the room. From behind, I spread her cheeks and see her arousal drip down the valley of her pussy.
“So fucking wet for me,” I admire, licking her from behind.
“Yes,” she exhales. “And I need to feel you inside me. Ezra.”
