Steering him where I want, I get what he means by that. I sink my fingers into his hair although there’s no need to do anything.
Because my mountain man’s got his entire mouth on my…pussy, that’s what he called it. And his fingers are there too, playing with my entrance, while his tongue keeps tapping at my clit in an incessant, mind-blowing rhythm.
“Oh, oh…” I say, my mind incapable of anything coherent. “Oh my God, Elias.”
“You taste like tart raspberries, Princess. With sweet cream on top. I could eat you over and over, for the rest of my life.”
He sounds drunk on… me. And that phrase,the rest of my life, makes my heart pound harder than with just the pleasure. But I don’t have the rest of our lives with him. I only have a few days—a finite number of moments and I want so much.
The urgency pours fuel on my hunger. As do the scandalous sounds his tongue makes as he licks over my clit, up and down, around and around, with a relentless pace.
I clasp his head with my thighs, the stubble on his cheeks scraping at the tender flesh. “That feels so good. So good. Please don’t stop.”
“Not going anywhere, baby girl,” he says, whispering those words into my opening, making me vibrate from inside. “I’m going to stick my fingers inside you, yeah? If it hurts, tell me and I’ll go slow.”
“Yes, please,” I say, licking over the sweat beading on my upper lip. “Whatever you want to stick inside me, mountain man, I’m game for it. Just please,” my voice sounds serrated, high, “keep going. Make me come.” The words are new to me but with him, they are exactly right, natural. Perfect.
“More than once, baby girl, and that’s a vow.” With that, he penetrates my opening with one finger.
I stiffen as he adds one more, then one more, going deeper, making way for himself. A flash of pain makes me jerk like a fish flopping on land.
His hand kneads my hip, gentling me. “Sorry, Princess.” He sounds like he himself is in pain. “I had to break your hymen. No more pain, yeah? Trust me.”
“I do trust you, Elias,” I say, sweat beading over my face. My hips start their own dance, chasing his mouth, thrusting forward, eager for more.
“Come for me, baby girl. Show me how much you need this, yeah?” He pumps his fingers in and out slowly at first, and then picks up speed. It’s like he’s planted a device deep inside me that could detonate any time. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good, so good,” I chant, my pulse rioting all over my body. “It feels tight and achy and like I’m going up and up and up. Like I want to throw myself off a cliff. Don’t stop please.”
He does something with his fingers that stretches me further. All the while he doesn’t let up on licking me over and over. “Let it go, Iris. Let it come. I’ve got you.”
And then he hooks his fingers deep inside me while sucking at my clit with his lips and I go off. Pleasure rolls over me in drowning waves, wrenching me under, shaking me apart.
I gasp and jerk and let out a keening scream, as if I can hold onto it for just a little longer. My fingers dig into his shoulders, the nails scratching his skin but I can’t let him go. It’s like every nerve ending has been set on delicious fire.
“Fuck, baby,” Elias says, lapping me up. “Look at how much slick you make when you come. You’ve got me drenched.” With the utmost gentleness, he pulls his fingers out of my core and my hungry flesh lets go with an unwilling squish. “You okay?” he says, before pressing a kiss to the top of my pussy.
I nod, aftershocks still pulsing through my pelvis. My nose is running and my eyes are wet. I feel like I walked through fire and have emerged like a newborn.
He looks up and the tip of his long nose and his sensuous lips are coated in my wetness. And his green eyes, they blaze with a fiery need that I’m suddenly desperate to sate.
As I watch, my chest heaving, he wipes his mouth and then paints my stiff nipples with my own arousal. A fresh spark of pleasure arrows down to my core and my muscles clench on emptiness.
“It’s been worth it to be in hell, Angel, if I get to taste you at the end of it.”
The sob I choked off at the indescribable pleasure threatens to break through but somehow, I catch it. I want to,need to, fulfill his every longing, every desire, everything he’s buried deep to survive out here, all alone. “Come inside me, please. I want to feel like a woman, mountain man, one who satisfies her man.”
His long eyelashes flicker down, then up while his thumbs draw lines over my belly. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I say.
He leans in and takes my nipple in his mouth. The shock is visceral. Fresh pleasure sets off a new spiral in my body.
I moan and fall into him, pressing my forehead onto his shoulder as he suckles at me with an erotic sound that’s its own assault, the wet pull of it loud in the quiet cabin. Arrows of pleasure zoom down to my core as he switches from one nipple to the other. This time he licks around it with the tip of his tongue.
Making me wait, making me pant, making me dig my fingers into his nape and pull his head. He laughs against my breast before he opens his mouth and nearly takes all of me inside. I jerk and shake. A mini explosion rocks through me.
"Did you just come again?" he says, kissing a line between my breasts where my heart’s thumping.
