Page 30 of Courage of the Mountain
I moan at his approval, taking more of him, sucking him down over and over. I reach out and cup his balls, surprised at how hot and heavy he feels in my hand. Heath makes a tortured sound in the back of his throat and sucks on my clit, hard, before scraping his teeth against the pulsing little button.
I pop off his dick and drag air into my burning lungs. I rest my forehead on his thigh, trying to catch my breath and steady myself. My entire body is trembling, my muscles tense, my pussy throbbing and soaking Heath’s face as he licks me over and over.
He continues sucking on my clit and circles my entrance with the pad of his thumb before pressing it inside. I slap the floor with one hand, then ball up my fist, clenching the blanket and twisting it around my fingers.
“H-He-Heath…” I whimper as my hips buck. I can’t stop. I need more. Need him to put me out of my misery.
He hums and shakes his head back and forth, nearly making me collapse. I widen my legs and press my convulsing cunt down on his mouth, not even caring how wanton and slutty that makes me. He did this to me. He drove me to the brink of insanity.
It’s right there, so close to the surface I can taste it. My long-awaited orgasm claws at my insides the way I’m clawing at the blanket, desperate with the need for release.
“Off,” Heath growls, pushing me off him and guiding me to lie beside him.
I land on my back with my legs spread out. Tension wraps itself around my body and pulls every muscle tighter, tighter, tighter, squeezing the air out of my lungs, but never letting me find relief.
“No!” I whimper. The need to come is so painful that I feel tears burning the back of my eyes. “Please, please, please…”
Heath sits up and grabs my hand, guiding it over my quivering pussy lips. He drags my fingers through my soaking slit, making me suck in air when I touch my clit. He grunts and uses my hand to rub furious circles over my swollen bundle of nerves.
I can’t concentrate on anything but the way my body is shrinking in on itself, becoming a tight, compact ball of pressure so dense I feel like I might just implode and cease to exist. I draw in a huge breath and feel my heart thud against my ribcage once, twice, three times, and then…
Every ounce of tension releases as my body expands and contracts in waves of shuddering bliss. I sob out my orgasm and try to escape from the intensity of it all, but Heath doesn’t let me. He holds my hand down on my clit and continues to rub up and down, side to side, and then in slow circles.
“Again. Make yourself come again, Lily.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter out, confused by his words. I can’t focus on anything except the scream caught in my throat and the unbelievable pressure building up swiftly in the pit of my stomach.
I don’t understand how it’s even possible to be at the peak of one orgasm while another is barreling toward the surface, but when it hits, all the air drains from my lungs as I let out a guttural scream.
“Jesus,” Heath mutters, pressing my fingers against my clit, keeping me right there, forcing my orgasm to reach every empty space, every muscle, every cell before it finally crests and starts to fade. He sucks my fingers, licking me clean.
Heath helps me turn around so my head is next to his and we’re on our sides, facing each other. He traces his fingertips over the curve of my hip and the dip in my waist, back and forth, while never breaking eye contact.
I sigh contentedly, then remember I left my man unsatisfied. I had the most incredible climax, but he never came. I was too wrapped up in what he was doing to me to finish him off. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft, making him inhale sharply and dig his fingers into my hip.
“I want to give you what you just gave me,” I whisper, gently pushing on his chest with my free hand so he’s lying on his back.
“Lily,” he groans. “You give me everything just by existing.”
I smile while I climb up his massive, muscled body, straddling him and running my hands up and down his torso. I start with teasing touches, tracing the contours of his abs, pecs, and biceps. His muscles flex everywhere I touch, his skin heating as my pussy pulses. He grunts when I score his flesh with my nails and rock against him, gliding my cunt up and down his thick dick.
“What if I want to give you more? What if I want more from you?” I bite my bottom lip and lift onto my knees. I hover over his intimidating cock, nestling the tip inside my dripping opening.
“Fuck, take it, dirty girl. Take what you need. Feed that greedy pussy my cock until you come all over me.”
My core clenches at his obscene words, making me tremble and suck in a breath. He can be filthy and brutal, but also unbelievably sweet and tender. In other words, he’s perfect. And I can’t believe he’s all mine.
Slowly, I ease my way down, feeling every inch of him invade me and fill me up. God, how is every single time with him so damn good? I know he feels it too when his hands rest on my hips, holding me in place when I’m finally fully seated on him.
“Love being with you like this, Lily,” he whispers, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. My pussy tightens around him, as if agreeing with his statement.
Heath flexes his hips, wedging his cock deeper inside me and making us both cry out. I grab his hands from where they are holding my hips and slide them up my body, placing them over my breasts. He takes the hint and squeezes my soft flesh, pinching my nipples.
Wrapping my fingers around his wrists, I grip him tightly, using his strength as leverage to buck my hips and grind down on him, testing to see what feels good for both of us. I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge. I know it feels good for him, too, when he squeezes my breasts roughly and growls.
Lifting slightly, I drop back down on him, hitting that same spot. I bounce on his cock, working us both up until we’re sweating and shaking. I let go of his wrists and tangle my fingers in my hair, putting myself on display for my man. He makes me feel seen and loved and so desired. It makes me want to show myself off to him for his pleasure and my own.
“So fucking beautiful, baby girl. So fuckingmine,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back to grip my ass. He squeezes and separates my cheeks while thrusting his hips, fucking up into me so hard I fall forward. I catch myself on my hands, one on either side of his head.
