Page 23 of Christmas With My Mountain Man Landlord
"Damn," she whispers, fingers threading through my hair to hold me closer.
I lavish attention on each breast in turn, using lips and tongue and the gentlest scrape of teeth to draw increasingly desperate sounds from her. Her hips move restlessly against mine, seeking friction, her body communicating what she wants even as words fail her.
When I straighten to claim her mouth again, she clutches at my shoulders, her kisses turning hungry, almost frantic. I slow us down, gentling the contact, reminding both of us that we have time. All night if we want it.
"Bed," I suggest, and she nods eagerly.
I guide her backward until her legs hit the mattress. She sits, looking up at me with those incredible eyes, her glasses slightly fogged from our shared heat. When she reaches for them, I stop her hand.
"Leave them," I request. "I want you to see me. And I want to see all of your expressions."
She smiles, surprised and pleased. "No one's ever asked me to keep them on before."
"Their loss." I kneel before her, slipping off her boots, then her socks. Each inch of revealed skin receives attention, my lips following my hands up her calves to her knees.
When I reach for the button of her jeans, she tenses almost imperceptibly. I pause, looking up to check her expression.
"Still okay?"
She nods, but I see the shadow of insecurity in her eyes. "It's just... it's been a while. And I'm not exactly model thin."
"Thank God for that," I tell her honestly, pressing a kiss to her soft stomach. "You're gorgeous, Kelsie. Every inch of you. Let me show you how much I appreciate your body."
The trust in her eyes as she lifts her hips to help me remove her jeans nearly undoes me. I slide the denim down her legs, revealing matching black panties and thighs that are strong and shapely. Not a model's body, no. A woman's body, with curves and softness that make my mouth water.
I take my time exploring newly revealed terrain, paying special attention to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. When I press a kiss to the damp fabric covering her center, her whole body jerks, a startled "Oh!" escaping her lips.
Looking up the length of her body, I ask a silent question. Her nod is eager, if slightly nervous.
"You don't have to," she whispers.
"I want to," I assure her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties. "More than you can imagine. But only if you want it too."
"I do," she admits, her voice small but certain. "Marcus never... he said he didn't enjoy it."
Anger flares briefly at this unknown man who took so much and gave so little. I push it aside, focusing instead on the gift of trust she's offering me.
"He’s a fucking idiot," I tell her, sliding the last barrier down her legs. "I’ll savor every inch."
She's beautiful here too, pink and glistening with evidence of her arousal. I take a moment just to appreciate the sight of her spread before me, completely vulnerable and trusting. Then I lower my mouth to her center, giving her a long, slow stroke with my tongue that makes her cry out.
"Oh God," she gasps, her hands fisting in the comforter. "Tom!"
I settle in to learn her body, discovering what makes her writhe and what makes her whimper. When I circle her clit with my tongue, her thighs tremble on either side of my head. WhenI slide a finger inside her tight heat, she arches off the bed with a sound that's almost a sob.
"So good," she murmurs, one hand finding my hair. "Please don't stop."
As if I could. The taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way her body responds to every touch. It's intoxicating. I add a second finger, curling them to find the spot that makes her gasp my name. When I focus my attention on her clit, alternating between firm circles and gentle suction, I feel her begin to tighten around my fingers.
"That's it," I encourage her. "Let go for me, Kelsie."
Her release, when it comes, is beautiful to witness. Her back bows, her thighs clamp around my head, and my name falls from her lips in a litany that sounds like prayer. I work her through it gently, easing her down from the height until she collapses back onto the bed, breathing hard.
When I move up to lay beside her, she turns to me with wonder in her eyes. "Wow…I never knew it could be like that."
The simple statement breaks my heart and mends it simultaneously. "It should always be like that," I tell her. "And better."
She kisses me then, deeply and thoroughly, seemingly untroubled by tasting herself on my lips. Her hands begin to roam my chest, tracing muscle and sinew with curious fingers.
