My hand finds his cheek, fingers sliding through his dark beard. “More than enough. Always.”
His eyes go black now, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Then, you will be the most contented, satisfied woman on this mountain.”
The juncture of my legs throbs now, his hot breath still so close. His promise more than I could ever imagine.
His face is determined as he rises, pushing me back into the bed mattress and hovering over me. His lips find mine again, insistent, sensual, unwinding my desire.
His hand comes up, thumb grazing over my nipple, pebbled through shirt and bra. A deep growl hums through his chest as he presses into me slightly, letting me feel his firm heat against my thigh.
“I’m clean,” he whispers. “And I have condoms.”
“You do?” I ask, pulling back to look at his face. “I’m clean, too. But do we need them?”
“Only if you’re not sure you’re staying.” He tugs possessively at the front of my jeans, and little fireworks go off in my head. His lips feather across mine, then follow my jawline and the curve of my neck down to my collarbone.
“I’m staying.”
“Good.”
His head vanishes beneath my shirt. I gasp as he clamps onto a nipple, rolling his tongue over it, then circling.
“Oh, God.”
His other hand thumbs open my jeans. I hear the slide of the zipper, my body trembling beneath him. His mouth still works, sucking and nipping, teasing me through satin and lace.
My hips lift off the bed when he slips beneath the waistband of my panties. His finger dips into me, and his breath shudders against my nipple. “So wet.”
“Is that okay?” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and focusing on his mouth and fingers.
“God, yes,” he gasps, thumb sliding up to stroke my clit, slick with arousal.
“I’ve dreamt of this… for so long,” I confess. “Dreamt of you.”
He pulls his head free, eyeing me. “Why?”
“Because your concerto didn’t just speak to me. It made me…”
He stops. “Yes, Ivy?”
“It made me fall for you.”
I expect shock. Maybe some speech about why music alone couldn’t do this. But instead, his eyes meet mine with passion, finger working me slowly now. Going right to the spot where I need him.
I grip the comforter, muscles tightening in my legs and lower core. “That feels amazing.”
“Good.” Then he pulls his hand free, licking his glistening finger. Watching me watch him until I feel like I’ll explode.
Reed teases my pants and panties onto the floor, then spreads my legs sliding between them. He buries his nose in me again, inhaling. “You smell so good.” His voice is low and naughty.
The first swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll back into my head. I bury my hand in his hair, pressing him against me, needy. His finger strokes me again as his tongue laps and circles me. The world around us fades into heat and breath.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper into the silence of the bedroom, and he strokes me more insistently, adding a second, dextrous finger. The stretch is too much, but I need it as I feel myself climbing, floating free.
He clamps onto my pearl, sucking and strumming me with his tongue, and the world explodes. Heat gushes, and he moans, licking and working me through it.
Afterward, beard still wet, he lifts dark bedroom eyes toward me, his face filled with awe.
“What?” I pant.
