Page 59 of Beastly Mountain Man

Her hand closed around the base of my cock.

Then her mouth took me.

My head tipped back.

“Fuck.”

Caprice hummed softly, and the vibration made my thighs tighten.

She took me deeper at a pace that worked for her, using her hand where her mouth didn’t reach. Her tongue ran along the underside before she drew back, then closed around the head again.

I looked down.

Water beaded across her shoulders. Damp blond hair clung to one side of her neck. Her eyes lifted to mine while she sucked me.

I nearly lost control right there.

“Caprice.”

She released me.

“Tell me.”

“You keep that up, I’m going to come.”

Her mouth curved.

“Would that be a problem?”

“No.”

She stroked me once more.

“Do you want to?”

I wanted it badly.

I wanted something else more.

“I want to be inside you.”

Her eyes changed.

“Then not yet.”

She stood.

I rose with her, made sure both of us were steady, and kissed her.

She tasted like water and me.

Her fingers slid into my hair while my palm moved down her back and over her ass.

She pressed herself against my cock.

“I’m wet for reasons unrelated to the plumbing.”

My voice roughened. “I hoped so.”