Page 14 of Dark Honey Mountain Man

"Up here," I say, and my hands are already under her thighs. "Knees either side of my head. I want you sitting on my face when the sun comes up."

She goes up the bed and braces on the beam behind the headboard, and I get my hands around the backs of her thighs and pull her down onto my mouth, and whatever she was going to say about specificity doesn't get finished.

I take my time again. I lick her up and down, teasing her clit, savouring her taste. I keep it slow and flat and steady until the swearing turns into something with no consonants in it. Her thighs start to shake against my ears. When she tries to lift off me I put a hand flat on her stomach and hold her exactly where she is.

"Stay," I say against her. "You don't get to run from this one either."

She grinds down on my mouth and comes with the heel of her hand flat on the wall.

She slides down my body afterward, boneless, and lands on my chest. My beard is covered in her juices, but she kisses me anyways.

"Give me a minute."

"Take five."

"Unnecessary smugness from a man who—" She stops. She's found me with her hand and she's wrapped it around my cock. Her expression changes. "Okay. You've made your point."

"Keep doing that and this goes a different way."

"Noted." She pumps my cock twice more, watching my face, entirely on purpose. Then she settles over me and takes me inside her, all the way down in one slow drop, and stops there with her hands flat on my chest.

I can feel every part of her holding me.

"I can feel your heart," she says.

She sets the pace, unhurried and deep, riding me with her forehead against mine and her breath going ragged in my mouth. I let her run it as long as she wants.

I get my hands on her thighs and hold her open, watching her take herself down onto me, over and over. “You look like a Goddess, taking my cock so well.”

"Say that again."

"You heard me."

She loses her rhythm halfway through, so I roll us over without pulling out, and she laughs, cut off when I push back into her.

"There it is," she says.

"That what you wanted?"

"Harder."

"Hands over your head. Leave them there."

She puts them there and keeps them there, grabbing the pillow. I give it to her hard with her ankles crossed behind my back, the frame knocking the wall in the same spot it did the first night, her breasts moving under me on every stroke.

"Touch yourself," I say. "I want to feel you go while I'm this deep in you."

She gets her hand between us and does it, and tells me exactly what it's doing to her the whole time, and I tell her back in four words that aren't polite and two more that are worse.

Anaya comes with her eyes open, looking straight at me, and doesn't close them.

The feeling of our intense connection makes me lose control. My abs clench as I go over hard with my face against her temple, filling her up with every drop.

The room is grey and getting lighter. Outside, the first bees are testing the cold and finding it's too much and going back in. We do the same.

seven

Anya