Page 23 of Playing With The Mountain Man

“What face?”

“That one.” She pointed at me.

“Nothing. I was just checking the weather,” I admitted, sounding like an old man.

“And?”

“And it’s still raining," I confirmed.

Tillie glanced through the rain-splattered windows. “Well, I could’ve told you that,” she sassed.

“Ha-ha. I’m just worried if we don’t go soon, I may not be able to get you back down the mountain safely,” I told her, trying to be sensible.

“Oh.” The sparkle vanished from her eyes. “Let me just get changed then. Hopefully my clothes are dry.” She gulped down the last of the wine, rinsed her glass, and set it on the counter.

As she stepped around the counter, I snagged her wrist. “Trust me, if I thought for a second you wouldn’t hate me if you got trapped up here with me, we’d be opening another bottle instead of even talking about this,” I confirmed.

Tillie looked down at me as I cupped her cheek. She tilted her head against my hand. “I don’t know if you’re pulling my leg or not,” she admitted.

I stood up and stepped straight into her space, crowding her against the island counter. “Sweetheart, let me be real fucking clear. If I had my way, I’d lift your feet off the floor, lay you out across my counter, and devour you for dessert. ’Cause as good as your cooking is, I’d bet my left nut you taste even better,” I declared, but I wanted to make sure, needed to make sure there was no misinterpreting my words.

Tillie shivered. A whole body violent shudder that I witnessed pass through her body.

She reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, dragging my lips down to meet hers in a bruising kiss. Tillie taking control was hot. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and moaned with pleasure. I lasted a full fifteen seconds letting her lead before I palmed her ass, hauling her against me.

We broke apart panting, but it wasn’t enough. I doubted it ever would be, but for tonight it had to be. I pressed kisses along Tillie’s throat as she arched her neck, pushing her tits into my chest. My dick was as hard as fucking iron and weeping in my sweats, but he’d have to wait. I needed to taste her before I lost my Goddamn mind.

I hooked my fingers into the top of the sweatpants she'd borrowed, and with one quick flick, they pooled around her feet.

“What are you—” Her words died on her kiss-swollen lips when I lifted her off her feet and set her down on my kitchen counter.

“Your shoulder!” she squawked.

“Can’t feel a fucking thing,” I growled as I dropped to my knees already drunk on the scent of her arousal.

I tossed away the pants and stared at her panty-covered pussy lips. The damp fabric clung to her as I reached down and squeezed my cock, trying to starve off my release.

“Cody …” She panted, staring down at me with hooded eyes as she dragged her fingers through my hair.

I grabbed her ankles and rested them on my shoulders.

“Oh my god. What are you … you don’t have to … I didn’t think …” she babbled.

“Good. Don’t think. Just feel,” I instructed arrogantly.

I hooked my finger in the side of her panties and tugged them to the side. I was fucking home. All it took was one taste, one lick, and I knew this was heaven.

I licked and slurped and nipped and sucked. But as amazing as Tillie tasted, it was the moans and mewling that had me feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof.

I slipped a long finger into her tight hole, her walls clamping down on my digit. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight. You’re going to strangle my cock,” I growled against her pussy as I slowly pumped in and out of her.

Her legs were quaking, and her grip on my hair tightened almost to the point of pain.

“I need … I need …” Her panting made my dick weep.

“Tell me, Tillie. What do you need?”

“M-m-more.” She panted as I added a second finger, stretching her.