Page 56 of Mountain Pine
“I just don’t.”
His brow pinches. “You can come back-to-back.”
I shake my head. “No. I…”
“Please let me.”
Conner waits for permission and I’m not sure I should give it. I’m satisfied. Why keep going? It’ll take too long, and his tongue must hurt from all the work he put in earlier with me down there.
“Please.” He kisses my pussy. “Just let me taste you a little longer.”
Well, it’s not like we’re on a tight schedule or anything.
“Okay.” I lay back and just enjoy the way he feels on me. I stop myself several times from cutting him off and closing my legs several times, worried that he’s bored or frustrated that I haven’t climaxed again. But he genuinely doesn’t seem bothered that he’s been down there so long. And after who knows how much time passes, the sparks of another climax start up again. Keeping my mouth shut, I try to enjoy the sensations and not hope for another O because this is how I always mess up. I’m already in my head too much. I’m going to lose it like usual.
Conner groans like he just tasted something decadent. He has one finger in me already but tests a second one.
“Yes,” Imoan, eager for it. “Fill me.”
His other hand squeezes my inner thigh. Next thing I know, he’s flipping us so that I’m straddling his face.
“Sit.”
He hooks his arms around my thighs and forces me to comply. My ass drops and my pussy smashes against his mouth. I’ve probably just split his lip. I know damn well he can’t breathe.
But he must seem to think air is secondary to my pussy with how he groans in pleasure and goes back to wreaking havoc on my clit. Sliding one finger inside me, and then two, his thick digits stretch me. The fullness of it ratchets my need and I swear I think he’s using his teeth on my clit. Whatever he’s doing is working. The friction is harder. Stronger.
I ride his face in earnest, chasing another climax.
Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. Don’t…
I lose it.
Conner doesn’t stop.
Sweat glistens across my body as I ride his face. His fingers seem to thicken. The fullness has me close to the edge again in no time. The tingling sensation is back too. I teeter between close and not close enough for who knows how long and thenboom! “I’m coming. Oh fuck, Conner, I’mcoming!”
He doesn’t shift, move, or change a thing on his end. I orgasm so goddamn hard I start crying.
What the hell is up with me crying after orgasms with this man? This is absurd!
I lift off his mouth, so he doesn’t die from suffocation and collapse on his chest. He holds me against him in a big hug, and I cannot, for the life of me, pull myself together.
“Another crygasm. I’m totally winning life today,” he says, chuckling into my hair.
“This is so stupid. I don’t know why I’m doing this!”
He runs his hands down my sweaty back in lazy strokes. “It’s okay. Just feel it. Ride it out.”
Again, he’s so patient with me. Like this is nothing new. No big deal.
Except it feels like averybig deal.
I can’t turn my sobs off. And I’m all turned on again. My clit is twitching. My ears are ringing. I feel all confused and panicky but also exhausted and relaxed.
“I think I’m out of my mind.”
“Shhh. I got you.” He doesn’t let go of me and it takes forever for me to calm down. Even when I think I’m good, another surge of emotions crashes through me and I sob all over again before devolving into a fit of laughter, which morphs into a combo of the two.
