Page 69 of Mountain Pine
“Hell no.”
I always strap up. The last thing I ever wanted was to knock-up my fling. Because that’s all I have. Flings. My heart belongs to Taylor, so giving it to someone else was never going to happen. That means marriage and family and a future with someone else has never been in the cards for me and I’ve proceeded with caution because of it. I’d resigned to the fact that I was going to live half a life, loving my soulmate from the friend zone and made peace with that years ago.
“I’ve always used protection,” I promise. “And I’ve been tested several times just to make sure all’s good.”
“Oh.” Her gaze drops to her lap. “Do you want me to get—”
I tip her chin up and claim her mouth with mine to shut her up. The demons in my head are cheering that she hasn’t been with anyone the way she’s about to be with me.
“We’re going to go slow,” I warn her. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”
“Con, you’re not going to screw anything up.”
“Not true. One, I might tear you if I go too hard, too fast, too soon. And two, I could bust a nut on the first stroke because you have no clue how long I’ve wanted to be inside you.”
Her eyes widen. “Is it weird that the idea of you blowing prematurely turns me on?”
No clue, but I’m going to do all I can to prevent that from happening.
Dragging my gaze down her body, I take in how utterly perfect she is. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”
Silently, she pulls her sundress over her head and lets it fall on the floor.
When she leans back on the pillows and waits for me to make a move, I realize that I’m not going to last longer than a minute inside her. She’s too sexy. Smells too good. Tastes too amazing.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I say quietly, still drinking her all in with my eyes. My hands itch to touch her, but I won’t until she tells me. Taking orders might be my only saving grace here. I’ll tear into her like an animal if I get to have my way.
Taylor spreads her legs wide, showing off her flexibility from years of yoga. “Worship me,” she whispers.
It’s the hardest and simplest request. One that has me stalling because I have no idea what to adore first. Her lips? Breasts? Cunt? Toes? My brain glitches. It’s like being a kid in a candy shop for the first time and someone says to grab anything I want.
I want it all.
Taylor rolls over onto her side and runs a finger, teasingly, up her hip. “Start here.”
Perfect.
Leaning down, I press my mouth to the dip in her waist and kiss all over it slowly. “Your skin smells like lavender,” I whisper. “I love when you wear your white dresses…” I kiss her again, licking her skin. “When the sun hits you just right, I can see your silhouette underneath. This slope is my favorite part.”
She moans and lazily runs her fingers through my hair. “Do you like my silhouette, Conner?”
“I love it. The flare of your hips.” I run my hands along each part I talk about. “The way your thighs fill out the bottom.” I kiss her waist again. “I’ve imagined you naked a million times and none of it has done you justice.”
“Do you like my ass?” She rolls over and shows it off.
“No.” I greedily knead it with both hands. “Iloveit.” Biting one cheek makes her squeal. “I want to smack it. Kiss it. Rub myself and come all over it.” Spreading her cheeks apart, I play with her tight hole. “I want to eat it. Fuck it.”
Her cheeks clench under my palms. “I’ve never done that before.”
Don’t be happy about that. Don’t be—
We all know I’m fucking thrilled.
Instead of telling her what I want to do to her ass, I massage and kiss and lick all over it instead. Telling her how soft her skin is. How good she feels against my mouth. My hands.
My dick is going to tear through my jeans, but I keep worshipping her, switching to a different body part every time she asks. It relaxes me and revs me up at the same time. Odd, right? My body is vibrating, dick so hard it hurts, but my mind is calm. Loving her like this brings me peace.
“I want to taste you,” I beg. “Please let me lick your pussy.”
