Page 8 of Getaway with the Mountain Man
"Men aren't beautiful," he protests, but his breath hitches when I lean forward to press my lips to his collarbone.
"You are," I insist, trailing kisses across his chest, tasting salt and something uniquely him.
He growls, lifting me easily and carrying me to the bed where he lays me down. "I need you spread out where I can worship every inch of you properly."
The mattress dips under his weight as he joins me, his hands and mouth beginning a thorough exploration that has me arching beneath him within moments. He starts at my collarbone, pressing soft kisses and gentle bites that make me gasp and writhe.
"So soft," he murmurs, his hands skimming over my ribs to cup my breasts through my lace bra. "So perfect. I've been thinking about this since I first saw you—wondering what you'd feel like, what sounds you'd make when I touched you."
His thumbs brush over my nipples through the lace, and I cry out at the sensation. "More," I beg, arching into his touch. "Please, Jakob, I need more."
"I know what you need," he says with maddening confidence, unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. "Trust me to give it to you."
When his mouth closes over one nipple, I nearly come off the bed. His tongue circles the sensitive peak while his hand palms my other breast, the dual stimulation sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
"You taste so good," he groans against my skin, switching to lavish attention on my other breast. "Sweet and perfect. I could spend hours just worshipping these beautiful tits."
His crude language should shock me, but instead it makes me wetter, my panties already soaked with arousal. "Jakob, please," I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair. "I need—"
"What do you need, sweetheart?" he asks, lifting his head to meet my eyes. "Tell me. I want to hear you say it."
"I need you to touch me," I pant, beyond embarrassment now. "Between my legs. I'm so wet for you, Jakob. Please."
His groan is purely male satisfaction as his hand slides down my body to cup me through my panties. "Fuck, you are wet," he marvels, his fingers stroking over the damp lace. "You're soaking through your panties. Is this all for me, Lottie?"
"Yes," I gasp, lifting my hips to increase the pressure of his touch. "All for you. Only for you."
"Good girl," he praises, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. "Lift up for me. I want to see that pretty pussy."
I comply eagerly, raising my hips so he can slide the scrap of lace down my legs. When I'm completely naked before him, he sits back on his heels to look at me, his gaze so intense I can feel it like a physical touch.
"Beautiful," he whispers, his hands sliding up my inner thighs to spread me open for his inspection. "Look at you, Lottie. Your pussy is already glistening for me. So pink and perfect and ready."
I should be embarrassed by his frank appreciation, but instead I'm more aroused than I've ever been in my life. "Touch me," I plead, my hips lifting in silent invitation. "Please, Jakob, I can't wait anymore."
"Neither can I," he admits, his voice rough with desire. "I need to taste you first. Need to feel you come on my tongue before I fuck you properly."
Before I can process his words, he's settling between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wide. The first stroke of his tongue through my folds draws a scream from my throat that I'm thankful the lodge has thick walls.
"So sweet," he groans against my flesh, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice with devastating thoroughness. "You taste like heaven, Lottie. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."
His mouth is everywhere—licking, sucking, driving me higher with each pass of his tongue. When he focuses on my clit, circling the sensitive bundle with perfect pressure, I'm lost, my hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, sliding two thick fingers inside me while his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit. "Let me feel how tight you are. Fuck, you're gripping my fingers so hard. You're going to feel incredible around my cock."
The combination of his skilled mouth and the dirty commentary pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me in waves of pulsing heat, my back arching off the bed as I cry out his name. He works me through it, his touch gentling but not stopping until the last tremor fades.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my inner thigh as I catch my breath. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come, Lottie. I need to see it again."
Through the haze of afterglow, I watch him shed the rest of his clothes. He's magnificent naked—all long lines and defined muscle, his cock thick and hard and weeping at the tip. The sight of him sends fresh heat spiraling through me despite my recent release.
"Come here," I whisper, reaching for him.
He covers my body with his, the weight of him settling between my thighs with a rightness that steals my breath. When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his lips.
"I need to be inside you," he growls against my mouth, his cock sliding through my wetness without penetrating. "But first, I need you to know: this isn't casual for me, Lottie. You're not just some vacation fuck."
His unexpected declaration makes my heart clench with emotion even as my body burns for him. "It's not casual for me either," I whisper. "Now please, Jakob, I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
