Page 84 of When The Mountains Held Us

When he pushes down with that hand and curls up with his fingers again, the pressure and stimulation makes my walls pulsate around him. I cry out as my quaking arms struggle to keep me upright.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, I can feel it. Your pussy is gripping my fingers so fucking tight right now, trying to suck them in even deeper. Greedy fucking girl. That’s it. Let go for me.”

My orgasm builds, every filthy word and each plunge and curl of his fingers shoving me closer and closer to the edge. It’s so close I can practically taste the sweet oblivion on my tongue when he pushes his thumb down on my clit and rubs hard.

I fucking shatter.

“Yessss,” he groans. “Fuck, you break so beautifully.”

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my body as he continues his movements, radiating out from my core and all the way down to my toes. I don’t even have the good sense to feel ashamed about it.

“Aaaattagirrrl.”

His growl sends another shockwave through me, and my pussy clenches around his fingers again, clinging to the pleasure they’re giving me. He strokes me through my orgasm. Only when my body goes limp, and I sag back against the counter with a satisfied sigh, does he withdraw.

A light sheen of sweat covers my body, and my limbs are limp, but I am nowhere near sated right now, and the quirk of his brow tells me he knows it, too. My pupils blow wide in my lust-drunk haze as I watch him wrap his lips around his fingers and suck. He groans at the taste of me, leaving nothing behind as he sucks his fingers clean of me, a satisfied, confident smile on his face.

“That was incredible,” I breathe out, still trying and failing to catch my breath.

“That,” he starts as he leans forward to kiss me, my taste lingering on his lips and reheating my blood, “was only a fraction of what I have planned for you.”

Forty-One

Levi

Oakley is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The taste of her alone is enough to send my senses into overdrive. All I want to do right now, despite my painfully hard cock begging for attention, is lower to my knees and have my fill of her. Her legs shake from where she’s still spread out on the counter, and we both struggle to catch our breath, but I’m far from through with her.

Her eyes are hooded as I help her off the counter, desire and shock swirling in those blue-gray irises. She looks like a goddess, her blonde hair wild where it falls over her shoulders and down her back. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she reaches for me, and it takes everything in me not to hike her leg up around my waist, free my aching cock, and plunge into her in one brutal thrust.

She grips my shoulders and throws herself against my chest, reaching up on her toes to slam her mouth against mine, gripping the nape of my neck and tangling her fingers in my hair. The bite of pain when she tugs on the strands rips a low growl of approval from my throat. I love that she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. I grip her silky locks in my fist and fight her tongue for dominance, both of us moaning into the other’s mouth as we devour, stumbling backwards towards the living room.

I should take her to my bed, but with how fevered the two of us are right now, there is no way we’re going to make it up the stairs. I’d probably end up fucking her right there on the stairs, rutting into her like an animal. The idea doesn’t sound half bad, but the least I can do is give her a comfortable place to lay down for the first time.

There will be plenty of time for savagery later.

Oakley turns to me in front of the couch with a fire burning in her eyes that bleeds onto her cheeks and neck, painting them in a tantalizing pink glow. I hold her stare as I lift my shirt over my head, reaching over my shoulder to drag it up and off with one hand before dropping it to the floor. Her eyes widen at the expanse of skin and muscle. I pause for a moment, loving how she takes me in appreciatively, her fingers twitching at her sides like she’s stopping herself from reaching out and touching me.

Don’t fight it, darlin’.

My pants come off next, the clang of my belt buckle punctuating the tension-laced air between us. I let them fall, stepping out of them as gracefully as I can. Her chest heaves with the force of her ragged breathing.

We stand there staring at each other, a cord pulled taut between us as the electricity of our attraction dances down the line. She’s completely bared to me, and the sight of her so confident and unashamed nearly brings me to my knees.

I’ve never yearned for a woman the way I yearn for her. She is my undoing, and I will gladly lay the pieces of myself at her feet.

Slowly, she steps towards me, drawing that thread even tighter. Each unhurried step forward sends a pulse straight to my cock as it twitches in my boxers. Already hard and aching for her, a drop of precum leaks from the tip, soaking the fabric. I want to reach out and grab her, push her down on the couch and sink into her. To claim her the way I’ve been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on her. But I don’t, not yet, and I have to say, I’m proud of the restraint I’m barely hanging on to.

When she reaches me, she drags her nails teasingly down both sides of my chest, studying the thin red lines she leaves behind as she marks me. Something feral rises up in me, and I grind my teeth to keep from pulling her to me.

This isn’t something I want to rush. I know that every single moment of this delayed gratification has the power to break us apart beautifully once we finally come together, and I want her to be the one to dictate it. I am at her mercy, at her utter command, and I will wait patiently for what I know we are both desperate for.

“It seems we’re a bit uneven,” she murmurs, her gaze finally flicking back up to mine.

Confusion furrows my brow. “How so?” My voice is a hoarse whisper, my throat dry with anticipation even as her taste still lingers on my tongue.

Her hands lower, fingers playing with the waistband of my boxers, and I swallow hard. Each brush of her fingertips against my bare skin sends chills skittering over me. Her swollen lips tip up in a sultry smirk, as she flattens her hands against my chest before she playfully shoves me backwards. I land on the couch with a huff, surprised eyes flashing up to hers from where she stands naked above me. She looks like an absolute goddess like this, breasts heavy, nipples pebbled in desire, and the promise of sweet oblivion hidden in the shadow between her thighs.

I’m transfixed as she lowers to her knees before me, those fingers tugging at my waistband, and I lift, letting her pull my boxers away along with the last shred of my sanity.