Page 13 of Frosty Mountain Man

“Rare ones.”

“Rare ones,” I agreed. I picked her up and put her on the bed, standing beside it and taking off the rest of my clothes.

She watched me do it without pretending not to, which I liked. I wanted her to see how much I wanted her. I took my cock in my hand giving it a few long strokes. Pre-cum oozed from the tip. I gave myself a hard squeeze, trying to quell the want. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to savor this. Savor her. It had been a while since I’d had a woman in my bed, but I knew I didn’t want any other woman there but Elle.

The soft weight of her breast filled my palm perfectly, the nipple tightening under the slow drag of my thumb. I watched the way her breasts rose and fell, the little hitch when I closed my mouth over that perfect peak and sucked. Gentle at first, then harder when her fingers found my hair. I did the same with the other one. She arched into me and I knew at some point I’d want to make her come with just my mouth on her breasts.

I dragged my mouth lower. The curve of her stomach was warm under my lips, the skin jumping when I scraped my teeth lightly across it. I could already smell her. Salt and heat and something darker, richer, that made my mouth water before I’d even gotten there. When I settled between her thighs, shoulders pushing them wider, she made a low, broken sound that went straight through me, settling in my groin. I was harder than I’d ever been, and I couldn’t wait to take her.

But I didn’t rush. I breathed against her wet, glistening pussy first, felt the way she shivered, thighs tensing around me. Then I licked a long, slow stripe up her center with the flat of my tongue. Her taste hit me hard, all at once — slightly sweet, pure want. Her hips jerked. A gasp tore out of her, before she swallowed it.

I raised my head. “No, baby. I want to hear all those sounds.”

I gave her another long lick to let her know I meant business.

“Harrison—”

I hummed against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble harder. I kept lapping at the juices her body was producing, never wanting to stop. Finally, I circled her clit with my tongue, making the bud swell. A broken noise escaped her as I sucked it between my lips. My touch wasn’t nice or easy. I wanted her writhing beneath me, breaking apart for me. My name a ragged, needy sound on her swollen lips.

Sliding one finger inside her, I worked her as I continued sucking. Her hips were rolling helplessly against my face by the time I added another finger and curled them inside her, the tip moving along that spot I knew would push her over the edge. She was soaked, clenching around me, and every soft gasp and shudder fed something hungry inside me.

Her thighs were shaking hard around my shoulders now, heels digging into me as she tried to move closer. I felt the first flutter around my fingers and groaned against her.

When she came it wasn’t quiet. Her whole body locked up, a sharp cry tearing out of her as she pulsed hard around my fingers, thighs clamping tight. I kept my mouth on her through it, gentler now, licking her through every aftershock until she was trembling and oversensitive and trying to push me away with shaking hands.

I pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, then rested my forehead there, breathing hard, tasting her on my tongue, as I tried to gather my control. I’d almost come against the bedsheets.

“Get up here,” she said, breathless, tugging at my shoulders. “I want you. All of you. Now.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

I settled over her, braced on my forearms, and she reached down between us to guide me in like she couldn’t wait one more second either. When I finally pushed into her both of us groaned. I had to stop and just breathe for a second as her tightness surrounded me.

“Harrison.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I’d really like it if you, um—”

I started fucking her.

She met me thrust for thrust, nails dragging down my back, her legs on either side of my hips.

A forever woman.

The thought landed uninvited and I let it stay. Every careful rule I’d built for myself was somewhere on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I couldn’t find a single reason to go looking for them.

But none of it mattered anymore. Not with my cock buried deep inside her. There was just her, the sound of my name on her lips, the way her whole body arched up into mine like she couldn’t get close enough no matter how close we already were.

“I’m close,” she gasped against my ear. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I grunted, thrusting deeper and faster, my control spinning out of control.

I felt her go rigid under me moments later, her whole body drawing tight, an uncontrolled sound escaping between her parted lips. And it was that, more than anything else, that took me over the edge with her.

Afterward, she lay tucked against my side, one hand splayed flat over my chest. I found myself running my fingers slowly through her hair, in no hurry to move, in no hurry to think about anything past this moment.

“So,” I said. “Still think I’m old?”