Page 85 of When The Mountains Held Us

My cock stands thick and proud between us, another bead of precum leaking from the tip, and it jerks when she lowers her eyes and swipes a tongue over her bottom lip as she takes me in. Her pupils blow wide as I grip the base and firmly stroke my hand up my length. I mentally catalog every single one of her reactions. The way her pulse flutters in her neck. The way her fingers twitch as they reach for me. The way her lips part as she exhales a warm breath over me. I’m hanging on every single moment, waiting with bated breath and a pounding heart to see what she does next.

I don’t have to wait long because, in the next moment, she leans forward and swipes her tongue along my tip, right over that little bead of arousal, and fuck, her tongue is so soft, so warm, that I nearly combust right then and there. She does it again, grey eyes flicking up to me before she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks me into her mouth.

Surprise at her brazen ministrations only serves to add fuel to the fire of my arousal. My cock is so unbelievably hard, that only the soothing caress of her tongue can stem the inferno. Molten fire licks at my nerve endings when she groans around me, the sound vibrating up and down my length as she finds her rhythm, taking me deeper and deeper with each pull of her mouth.

I pull her hair back from her face, needing to see those gorgeous eyes as she takes me in. Gathering it in one hand, I grip it tight, but not enough to pull, just enough to guide her mouth over me in slow strokes. Her tongue flicks over the head, then flattens along the underside of my shaft on each descent, running obsessively over the thick vein like she’s memorizing me.

She feels so fucking good like this, and I’m only a few drags away from completely embarrassing myself. I groan, deep and guttural, when I hit the back of her throat. She gags around me, her throat tightening in a way that has me seeing stars while she squirms on her knees, clenching her thighs in an attempt to get even the tiniest bit of friction.

I can’t wait any longer.

I need to be inside her. Need to feel her tight pussy stretching around me.

I gently guide her off of me, my cock springing free from her lips with a pop. The sexiest smirk tilts her lips. She looks up at me like she’s waiting for my next command.

How the hell does she manage to take what she wants, yet still look every bit the little submissive? My hand still in her hair, I tilt her head back, her neck arching as she looks up at me. And then she licks those fucking lips, and my tether snaps. I pull her up roughly before spinning us and laying her down on the couch. I want to bend her over, take her from behind, but I need to watch my cock stretch and fill her. Need to watch the pleasure contort her features into a mask of agonizing bliss.

I settle between her thighs, placing one hand on the armrest above her head while using the other to grip my cock. Her legs fall open in invitation, and the sight of her glistening pussy fills me with the same awe I feel every time I catch a glimpse of the mountain ranges when I emerge at the end of a trail.

“Condom?” I ask, pausing to make sure she’s comfortable with the turn this is taking. It’s been forever since I hooked up with a woman, but I’ve always used protection. This time, though, is different.

Oakley is different.

She shakes her head vehemently. “I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

“I want to feel you with nothing between us. Please, Levi,” she whines, and I return my attention to her aching center.

“You’re dripping for me,” I tell her, running my cock through her slickness and massaging her swollen bud.

She moans and writhes under me and, fuck, I could watch her like this all day.

“Please,” she begs as she shimmies her hips in response. Her movements are jerky, wanton, but mine are slow and controlled as I tease the head of my cock at her entrance, pushing in ever so slightly before withdrawing and circling her clit, only to repeat the motion.

“Please, what, baby?” I taunt.

“I need you inside me, please.”

Yeah, I could get used to the sound of her begging, but I don’t have nearly enough restraint to deny her any longer.

In one agonizingly slow movement, I push inside her until I’m sheathed to the hilt. We both groan at the contact, at the sheer relief of finally having nothing between us but the breath we breathe. I still for a moment, grinding my teeth with the effort of holding back, allowing her to adjust to my size as she clamps down around me. I scrutinize the slight furrow of her brows, the way her eyelashes flutter, the way her swollen lips part, committing every detail to memory until I’m sure I’ll be able to recall it every time I close my eyes.

The moment it changes is unmistakable, her features morphing from discomfort to pure, unadulterated need.

“Levi, please,” she whispers. Her hands trace the length of my arms, her nails clawing at the skin as if desperately trying to pull me closer.

Her unspoken question is loud and clear, and I pull my hips back slowly before thrusting into her again with a groan. We find our rhythm effortlessly, as if we were always meant to exist like this together.

I want to drown in her tight, wet heat as she clenches around me, her nails now digging into the skin of my back and dragging down, only for her to reach back up and do it all over again.

“That’s it. Mark me, Oakley. I’m yours.” In one fluid motion, I hitch her right leg over my arm, the new position changing the angle and allowing me to bury myself even deeper inside her.

Her whimpers caress my skin like a mountain wind, commanding and comforting, as we lose ourselves in each other. The room is a cacophony of breathy moans and the sound of skin against skin. Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, and she tightens around me, each thrust of my hips dragging us closer to the cliff’s edge.

“Levi, I’m close.”

The words fall from her lips like a reverent prayer, a desperate plea that has me pushing myself even deeper, as if I can imprint myself inside her in the most permanent of ways. She rocks her hips against me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she unabashedly claims me the same way I’m claiming her. She clenches around me again, and I moan her name into her hair, my thumb descending on her swollen clit and circling in the way I know she loves.