Page 34 of Mountain Impact

Her eyes went to his trousers. It was getting harder and harder to hide his interest.

Her small hands went to his belt, undoing it quickly and efficiently. His fork froze on the way to his mouth.

“I wanted to feed you,” he said.

“I’m not hungry for food,” she replied.

Her hand went down the front of his pants, grabbing on to his erection through his boxer shorts. It was all he could do to stand still and breathe in deeply, hoping he wouldn’t blow his load. Then she started rubbing softly through the cotton.

“I guess you did miss me today,” she said. As she touched him, her honey eyes held his gaze.

He wanted nothing but to put her up on the table and feast on her as his meal.

“Let me show you just how much I missed you.”

She was still wearing those sexy black pants, paired with a long-sleeved white blouse. Too many clothes. He undid the buttons of her pants carefully, letting the fabric slide down her hips until it pooled on the floor around her feet.

Drake stared at the wispy white lace covering her hips and ass. He could smell her through the panties, a smell both earthy and fresh at the same time.

“Your panties drive me insane,” he whispered against her ear. “All day I’ve been wondering what color they were …”

“Now you know,” she whispered.

Those need to come off.

He hooked his thumb into the waistline and pulled them down her legs until they joined her suit pants.

Drake didn’t give her time to step out of them. He picked Isolde up and lifted her bodily onto the side of the table that was clear of plates. His large hands went on either side of her knees, spreading her legs.

“What are you doing, Drake?” she asked, uncertainly.

“Feasting.” He opened her legs further, revealing her beautiful pink folds.

“Turn the lights off,” she said. Her knees fought against his hands but he held her open to his view.

“I’m not turning the lights off. I want to see how many orgasms I can lick out of this pretty pink pussy.”

Her breath hitched. She was getting hot from dirty talk. He lowered himself to his knees and brought his tongue to her folds. She tasted like coming home.

She jumped up. “I should take a shower first―”

“Later,” he growled. He kept his touch light. He hadn’t shaved since that morning, and didn’t want to hurt her sensitive skin. His tongue made its way up and down her slit until it finally uncovered her clit. The little button jumped under his touch.

Isolde moaned, arching against him. He should have taken off the blouse so he could see her breasts.

Next time.

She’d stopped fighting him. Now, one of her hands threaded in his hair, pushing him against her.

Exactly where I want to be.

“More,” she begged. “More.”

Happy to oblige, Drake licked and sucked, bringing her higher and higher, until she finally exploded, bucking into his mouth. Next to his face, her calves stretched beautifully, her toes pointing downwards.

He kept licking gently, wanting to wring out the full pleasure out of her orgasm.

Finally, she collapsed, and would have fallen back onto the hard surface if he hadn’t held her upright.