Page 22 of Mountain Man in my Stockings
Pink bloomed across her chest, spreading up her neck. She reached for my belt, fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle.
"Nervous?" I asked gently.
"A little. Good nervous." She got the belt undone, popped the button on my jeans. "It's been... a while. And I really like you, and I don't want to mess this up."
I cupped her face in my hands, tilted it up to meet my eyes. "You couldn't mess this up if you tried."
She kissed me then, pulling me down onto the bed with her. We rolled, tangling together, hands exploring. I unhooked her bra, tossed it aside, and took my time learning the taste of her skin—her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.
When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gasped, back arching off the bed.
"Oh God, that feels good."
I sucked harder, rolling the other nipple between my fingers, and she writhed beneath me.
"Deacon, please—"
"Please what?" I kissed my way across to her other breast, gave it the same attention. "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me. I need—I need more."
I reached for the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down. She lifted her hips, helping me peel them off along with her panties until she was completely bare beneath me.
"Jesus," I breathed, looking at her. "God, look at you."
"Stop looking and touch me."
I grinned. "Bossy."
"You have no idea."
I kissed down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my lips. When I settled between her thighs, she tensed.
"Relax," I murmured against her inner thigh. "Let me make you feel good."
I spread her open with my thumbs and licked her in one long, slow stroke.
She cried out, hands flying to my hair.
"Oh fuck—Deacon—"
I did it again, taking my time, learning what made her gasp and moan. She tasted incredible, my cock straining against the tight fabric of my jeans with confirmation. When I circled her clit with my tongue, her thighs trembled.
"Right there," she panted. "Don't stop, please don't stop—"
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked while sliding two fingers inside her. She was wet, so wet, and when I curled my fingers up, searching for that spot that would make her lose her mind, she nearly came off the bed.
"Oh God, oh God, oh—"
I worked her with my mouth and fingers, building the pressure, feeling her get tighter and tighter around me. Her breathing came in gasps, her hands fisting in my hair almost painfully, and I loved every second of it.
"I'm going to—Deacon, I'm—"
She came with a cry, her whole body going taut, pussy clenching around my fingers in waves. I gentled my touch but didn't stop, drawing it out, until she pushed weakly at my head.
"Too much, too much—"
I kissed my way back up her body, and she pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.
