Page 41 of Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
Her body presses against mine. Hard nipples graze my chest.
“When you dropped me off at my parents. I don’t recall that big…hand of yours…” I narrow my eyes when she smirks. “Reddening my ass,” she continues.
“And you left me wet. All,” her fingers slow dance over my thigh. “Night,” she whispers, touching my already hardening shaft in my jeans. “Long,” she licks under my chin.
Primal need overwhelms me, cutting off all supply to my brain. I grab her hips and lift her onto my counter. Her gasp makes my balls tighten up. Groaning, I slide her lower half to the edge as I press my clothed cock against her seam. I dig my fingers into her ass, pushing myself against her jeans, wanting her to feel me at her clit.
Her breathless whimper confirms she does.
I rake my other hand into her hair, hold a fistful, and bring her face up to mine. I speak gruffly against those panting lips.
“Someone wants to play tonight,” my throat rasps. This woman drives me wild.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.” She kisses me.
The kiss is rough, urgent, deep. I lick inside her mouth until her tongue twines around mine and sucks. Moaning, I lean into her body. Only my hold keeps her from falling back.
“West,” she whimpers, her pelvis dancing against me, seeking, needing.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me,” I groan into her mouth, then press kisses as I nibble the skin down her neck.
“I want to feel you,” she struggles to get out. “All of you. I want you bare, inside me.”
Fuck. This could be just the heat of the moment, but the idea of sliding inside her wet warmth, completely bare, coming inside her, filling her.Shit.
I hold her still, needing a moment to breathe. My brain fills with enough blood flow that I know what I want to do.
“We’re doing this right,” I say, bringing my head up to press a quick, hard kiss before lifting her off the counter.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I guide us to my bed. Camille licks my neck before sucking and blowing behind my ear. That spot’s so sensitive, my knees almost buckle on the way to my room.
I tried to prolong this as much as I could. Subconsciously, I think I was waiting to tell Styx before her and I crossed that step. I just know, once I’ve been inside her, it’s official. I’m not going back, and I won’t let her go. If she’ll have me. It’s her choice as much as mine.Please God, tell me she feels what I do.
She’s clawing at my flannel button-down. I gently let her body bounce on my king-sized bed. She sits up immediately and unbuttons my shirt. I pop open her jeans and pull them completely off. My mouth waters at her scent. My tongue salivates, anticipating her taste.
Camille pulls off her thin, hunter green sweater, tossing it on the floor, then reaches to unbutton my pants.
“Is my Little Pixie eager?” I pant into her hair when her hand finds me in my briefs, lightly stroking.
“I want to taste you,” she licks at my collarbone.
“Not now,” I grunt, my hips pumping into her smooth, tiny hand. Perfect pressure. “Fuck, baby.” I take her hand off. “I’ll come if you keep on.”
She pulls my jeans lower, under my ass. I unhook her bra and lay her back, getting my first real look at her naked chest.
“Perfection,” I whisper, running hands reverently over her clavicle, down between her full breasts, peaked with blush, hard nipples. “I owe you,” I say before bending low and taking her left breast into my mouth.
“Oh, God!” Her body arches as her breath stutters. Her hand tightens around my hair.
I run the tip of my tongue around her areola before flicking her delicious nipple. Whimpering, my girl’s hips are restless, searching for friction. I push my jeans further down my legs as I switch to her other breast. I kick them off, leaving my brief on, half-skewed. I can’t risk losing control just yet.
I lick and leave bite marks down her torso, stomach, and blow against the waistband of her black cotton underwear. Her fingers rake into the sides of my face and through my hair, sending a shiver down my back.
I hook my fingers into her underwear and look up. “Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” I exhale, watching those honey hazel eyes brighten with passion. Her full lips are moist, parted, wanting me.
“I want you, Hero.” She nods at my unspoken question.
I pull them off. I settle between her thighs, running my hands up her legs until I grip her inner thighs and pull them apart wider. Her arousal glistens her lower lips. That sensitive budpeeks out, calling for my tongue. I kiss her inner thigh at the crease before I nudge my nose above her hooded clit. Her legs fight my hold, but I keep her still.
