Page 20 of Treated to a Mountain Man
"Taste so good," he murmured against my skin. "Better than any candy."
He worked his way down, painting maple across my stomach, circling my navel, going lower until I was trembling with need.
"Please," I gasped.
"Please what?" He looked up at me from between my thighs, his expression wicked.
"Touch me. Taste me. Something."
He drizzled maple on my inner thigh, then licked it off in one long stroke that had me grabbing the sheets. Did the same to the other thigh, working his way higher, teasing until I was desperate.
When his mouth finally found where I needed him, I cried out. He took his time, reading my responses, alternating between broad strokes with his tongue and focused attention that had me climbing fast. When he slipped two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot, I shattered.
"That's one," he said, crawling up my body. "Want to see how many times I can make you come tonight."
"My turn," I said, still breathless, pushing him onto his back.
I grabbed the maple cream, drizzling it down his chest. Then I took my time licking it off, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my tongue. When I reached his cock, I painted a stripe of maple down its length.
"Fuck, Cinn—"
I took him in my mouth, the sweetness of maple mixing with his taste. I worked him thoroughly, using everything I knew—but this time because I wanted to, not because I had to. The sounds he made, the way his hands gripped my hair, the curses that fell from his lips—all of it made me wet again.
"Stop," he gasped, pulling me up. "Need to be inside you. Need to fuck you."
"Yes," I said, straddling him. "But first—"
I reached for the maple cream, drizzling it over my breasts again. "Clean me up?"
He sat up, his mouth immediately on me, licking and sucking while I ground against him. The head of his cock teased my entrance, and we both groaned at the contact.
"Condom?" he asked against my breast.
"Pill. Clean. You?"
"Same."
I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning as he filled me completely. For a moment we stayed still, adjusting to the sensation.
"You feel amazing," he said, then laughed. "Fuck, that sounds like a line."
"Then stop talking," I said, starting to move.
We found our rhythm quickly, me riding him while he played with my breasts, still sticky with maple. When he sat up fully, changing the angle, I gasped at how deep he went.
"That's it," he encouraged as I moved faster. "Take what you need."
He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit, and the combination had me coming again, clenching around him.
Before I could catch my breath, he flipped us over, driving into me hard and fast. The headboard banged against the wall as he fucked me with an intensity that had me climbing toward another orgasm.
"One more," he commanded. "Give me one more."
He shifted angle slightly, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. When I came for the third time, he followed, my name on his lips as he emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed together, thoroughly spent, sticky with sweat and maple. As I shifted to get comfortable, he caught sight of the crossed candy canes tattooed at the small of my back.
"What's this?" he asked, tracing them with his finger.
