“The only thing you’re responsible for tonight is filling me with—” I reach a hand between us, cupping his length. “—thishard cock.”
“But—”
“Please, Sull?” Resting my chin on his bare chest, I look up at him with my best puppy dog eyes. I watch as desire darkens the color in his. “We’ll talk in the morning, I promise. I have alotI want to say. But tonight, I want to use my mouth for…otherthings.”
Sull slides a hand into my hair, undoing my ponytail again.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much.”
It’s the last words we utter before our lips meet in a hungry frenzy. We shuffle in a slow circle as layers of clothes fall away, our mouths desperate for one another. By the time we reached the bed, we’re both naked.
“Show me another fantasy, Sull,” I plead.
He doesn’t answer with words, just a half smirk that causes wetness to pool instantly between my legs.
He crawls onto the bed first, lying flat on his back. “Come, Lila,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Come sit on my face so I can savor the sweetest dessert on your menu.”
Fuck me, this man knows how to say just the right thing. It’s like he’s customized dirty talk specifically for me.
I crawl up his body, giving his cock a friendly squeeze before reaching my knees to either side of the pillow. He slides his hands up my thighs, tugging apart my pussy lips. He lifts his head, swiping his tongue through my folds.
“Fuck,” I hiss, forgetting until this very moment how incredibly talented he is with his mouth attached to my pussy.
Sull chuckles, the vibration of it sending pulses of pleasure right to my button. He shackles my hips, tugging me down as he rests his head back on the pillow.
“Can you breathe down there?”
“Lila?” he says, his voice muffled.
“Yeah?”
“Be quiet and let me enjoy you, baby.” And enjoy he does. Without an hour-long break rushing us along, Sullivan takes his time licking, suckling, and exploring every inch of my pussy. He brings me right to the edge, then backs off. Increasing the intensity and speed, then slowing down.
I don’t know how the man is getting oxygen down there, but I stopped caring three near-orgasms ago.
I gyrate my hips, relishing in the sensation of his beard against my thighs. The thought of my juices tangled in his beard is so fucking hot it nearly undoes me.
When Sull inserts a finger inside, I gasp.
When he slips in a second, his mouth suctions fully to my pussy, and I nearly go blind.
The pleasure overload is so intense the stars form behind my eyes as my climax builds. This one might do me in. This might be how I die.Not a bad way to go, exactly.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t ever fucking stop.”
Sullivan chuckles once more, and that’s it. It’s game over. I come apart so violently I nearly topple off the bed. If it weren’t for his death grip on my hips, I’d be on the floor. He holds me to his mouth for a few moments longer before flipping me onto my back so quickly I hardly register what happens.
“Do I need a rubber?” he asks.
“No.” We already had the necessary conversation that first night, when we did in fact use protection. But tonight, knowinghow much I’ve fallen for this grumpy pain-in-the-ass mountain man with a heart of gold, I want to feel him with nothing in between us. “I want you to come inside me, Sull.”
“You want me to claim you?” he growls.
“Am I a gold mine?” I chuckle.
“You’remygold mine,” he says, his voice dark and gravelly. “And I won’t share my claim with anyone else. Understood?”