Page 38 of Whiskey Kisses For the Mountain Man
Okay. That one felt shocking to say. I’ve never said that word other than the times Tomlin has made me. I’ve read the word in my head plenty, but never have I naturally used it in real life, out loud.
Owen takes my hand off his shaft and scoots his body down until his mouth is level with my intimate core.
“My girl has earned herself to come,” he says, and before I can react, Owen McKenna…devours…me.
My body jolts, shoots off the mattress only so far as his arms trap me to the bed, and he…Eats. Me. Out. His thick, flat tongue becomes intimately acquainted with every corner of my labia, hooded bud, and tight opening. Owen slowly slides two fingers inside me. My wet heat makes his entrance easy.
“Like sugarplums,” he grunts. “You taste so fucking good.”
Noises I’ve never made whine out of my mouth. I’m losing my mind. My body doesn’t know what to do, how to move. I grip the sheets below me. I grab and pull my hair. I reach above me and fist the wooden bars of the headboard. My lower half contorts as heat blooms, my stomach muscles cramp up tight as my legs shoot straight and shake.
“That’s right,” Owen moans, “Come in my mouth,” he says, immediately licking into my entrance, switching his fingers to my bundle of nerves.
My body explodes, convulsing as every locked muscle lets go. I chase for more, rotating my hips as Owen takes me higher, further.
“Owen,” I cry out, gripping his hair and pushing him into me.
Before I’m fully aware of reality again, his large, hot body lines up with mine. My eyes open to find him sliding a condom down his reddened tip. He rests it at my opening before kissing me.
I moan at the unique flavor. It feels scandalous. I welcome it, tangling my tongue with his. Owen deepens the kiss when I feel it. His hardness inches inside me, stretching me. I gasp at the tight fit.
He’s way bigger than any previous lover. Owen pauses, brushing his nose with mine.
“You okay?” he asks.
“You’re big,” I breathe out.
He fights a grin. “We’ll go slow.”
I shake my head. “I want to feel everything. Don’t hold back. Give me all of you, Owen McKenna. I choose you.”
The corner of his eye twitches. His expression softens with bewilderment before he kisses my forehead. He reaches down and takes my thigh, pulling it tighter against his hip.
Owen slides in deeper, both of us moaning when my inner walls lock around him and squeeze.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I knew it’d be like sinking into heaven.”
“Owen,” I cry out, the full sensation giving way to overwhelming need and stimulation. “More.”
He starts changing the pace, his hips pulling out and thrusting back in, deeper and faster. My body dances along, rising and meeting every reentry. Both of us enthusiastically voice our pleasure.
Soon, Owen’s not holding anything back, and I’m matching his wild lovemaking, move for move. Owen sits back on hisknees, taking my waist in his hands and pulling me onto his hardness.
“Yes,” I cry out, stretching my arms over my head, using my hold on the headboard as leverage to push my lower half up to meet his hips.
“Come for me, Snowflake. Drench my cock with it, beautiful,” he demands, and my body listens to the command instantly.
The tightening from before was nothing compared to the full body rev up it gears up to release. My throat cries out. My inner walls clench so hard, Owen’s body falls on mine. His strong hips slap and race toward orgasm.
I wrap my body around his, holding on tightly as I see stars supernova behind my closed lids. The heat of his release fills the condom, but I feel it all the same. And it’s wonderful.
My ears pop and sound rings back as we pant in each other’s arms.
“Omylanta. That was good,” I breathe out. “So good,” I repeat over and over.
Soft kisses press on my neck, my jaw, my cheek, then my mouth. An intimate kiss. I exhale into his mouth, our tongues lightly greeting the other. I could almost cry. This moment feels beautiful and sacred.
Owen takes care of the condom in the bathroom and returns, pulling me into his arms. The bedside table light is on, casting a soft, golden glow as we watch through the open curtains, snow flurries.
