Page 7 of Mountain Man's Merry Grumpmas
"Oh God, that's sexy." I run my hands over my nipples, needing some kind of touch to ground me, or I'm liable to float up to the ceiling with all the sensations coursing through my body. "Do you practice that, or are you a natural?"
Drake pauses to stare down at me, a little grin lifting one corner of his mouth. "I was in a frat in college. One of the guy's girlfriend told him it was a huge turn-on for women if a guy could take his shirt off one-handed, so we all got together and practiced it for hours."
I throw my head back with a loud laugh, picturing Drake and a bunch of his friends in their twenties encouraging each other to learn a signature book-boyfriend move. I'm still giggling when I look back at him. The full grin that lights up his face makes me gasp. I thought he was gorgeous before, but a smile on his face somehow makes him even more stunning a specimen.
Right, keep referring to him as a specimen. That way you won't fall in love.
Dingbat.
"I love your laugh, Monroe." He removes his sweatpants, and the hard bulge straining against his underwear has me licking my lips in anticipation. "If I could hear only one more sound for the rest of my life, it would be your laugh on repeat."
I raise my eyes to him in shock at his sweet words and then narrow them in mock suspicion. "Did you practice your romantic platitude talk with your frat too?" I joke, wondering if it's worth risking the eventual heartache that will come from this man who seems to know exactly what to say to make me fall in love.
Drake shakes his head. "Platitudes are false. I mean every word." Then he drops to his knees and buries his face against my pussy.
"Oh God!" I cry out. He sucks and licks me through the lace of my panties as I writhe against him. My hand is tangled in his hair, and I push and pull him away as the sensations overtake me.
He grips my underwear in his large hands and rips it in half.
"Hey!" I call out. I didn't bring many clothes this weekend, but then he licks me from back to front, and I break off with a moan, my ruined panties forgotten as he flicks his tongue against my clit like he's on a mission.
"Oh fuck!"
Drake pushes my legs down and up as he opens me wide to him. He's mumbling against my skin, whispering words of awe and devotion, but all I can concentrate on is the intense build up happening in my body.
"Oh God, Drake," I call out, pulling his hair hard when he thrusts a thick finger into my soaked core. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"You like that, bombshell?" he asks, adding a second finger and then continues the rhythm on my clit so that I can't tell what is driving me higher: his fingers or tongue. I shamelessly ride both, so taken away with pleasure that any ounce of self-consciousness has flown out the freaking window, gone with the blizzard.
I'm so close to release, my legs shake around his head as I sob with anticipation. Drake reaches one hand up and thumbs my nipple over the soft fabric, and then I explode.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!" I pant over and over as my release drenches his face. My legs continue to shake as he licks me through my orgasm. When the throbbing stops, I look through my thighs at the man who made me come faster than I've ever been able to by myself.
His eyes crackle with heat, like he's literally burning for me from the inside out, and my greedy pussy throbs with his next words.
"Next time, I'm going to lick up all your sweet honey like a grizzly bear, but I'd like to fuck you now, and I can't wait another second."
Chapter five
Drake
I've always prided myself on my intelligence. I'm book smart. I got A's in school with minimal effort, and still had ample time for sports, video games, and friends. My critical thinking skills have allowed me to be competitive in business. Top of my class in the prestigious MBA program, numerous accolades from my former job. But at this moment, I'm a simple-minded fool.
Fuck. My. Woman. Now.
I fist my cock, pumping it roughly as I stare at the mess I've made of Monroe's gorgeous little pussy. The smooth silk of her nightgown falls over her tits like a silken waterfall, and I want to thumb her nipples until she cries out my name.
Monroe watches my fist, her pink tongue darting out to lick her red lips, and I almost come and ruin the entire evening. She bites her lip and beckons me with her finger, before pulling her nightgown up and over her head like a coquettish sex goddess.
I grin and pounce on her, wishing for a moment I could be smooth and sexy, taking my time, but the truth is, if I could permanently attach Monroe to my body until the end of time, I still wouldn't be close enough to her.
I'm going to marry this woman, and for the first time in a long time, the thought of the future doesn't scare the shit out of me.
Like a primal urge to mark her as mine, I suck and lick along her skin until love bites bloom every few inches. I grind my cock against her core, burying my scent on her body so that no other man will ever dare touch her.
"Oh God, Drake," Monroe moans, and her legs come up around my hips as I reach her mouth.
"Monroe, I'm going to do my best to be gentle," I promise, not wanting to scare her, but I've never been this desperate for a woman in my entire life.
