Page 47 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

I kissed him, tasting myself on him. “No, it was perfect. I’m just selfish.” I rubbed my thumb over his lip. “I want to be kissing you as I come.”

I must’ve said something right because his expression softened and he nodded.

I slicked my cock with soap bubbles, jacking myself as I pulled him into a kiss. His hands went over mine, following my lead as I plundered his mouth. Within seconds, the orgasm took me, and I spilled against his belly.

He pulled away, looking at the cum on his skin with wonder in his eyes. He ran his fingers through it. Tasting it.

“Blech. Soapy,” he said, laughing at himself as he let the water wash it away.

I chuckled, then held him as he went quiet.

Running my fingers through his wet hair, I checked in. “You still okay with everything we did?”

Clark nodded. Nosing my nipple as he asked, “Is it too needy to ask you to spend the night?”

Considering I was about to propose to you…

Instead, I went for reasonable. “You sure River is gonna stay with Miguel?”

“Yep,” he said as he rubbed my belly and gave my nipple another delicate suck. “I like you, and it’s been a long time since I’ve cuddled in bed.”

“Me too.”

I didn’t mind the one-and-done nature of my sex life, usually. But I hadn’t wanted to leave him behind either.

After finishing in the bathroom, we made our way to his bedroom. Still naked, he slipped under the covers and held them open for me. I slid in, lying flat on my back. He rolled toward me, gluing himself to my side. Kissing my shoulder as he worked his fingers through my chest hair.

“Sorry, sex makes me a little needy.”

“I like it,” I said, my breath hitching as he drew delicate fingers through the thick patch of hair at the base of my cock.

Even as he relaxed and became sleepy, his fingers remained curious. Hefting the weight of my balls, palming my soft cock. Gently sucking on the nipple closest to him as he examined my hands.

“I won’t be able to go again for a while, but if you find yourself awake in the middle of the night, feel free to suck on whatever you want,” I said, kissing his eyebrow.

He pumped my cock and balls again. “Good to know.”

Drifting.

It wasn’t late at all, maybe eight or nine. Sleep pulled us under all the same.

I wokeup in the middle of the night to him sucking on my soft cock. Gentle, exploratory. I turned on the dim lamp to let him know I was awake. He reached up and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as he deepened the suction.

I grew quickly, stretching his slick lips, forcing him to adjust.

“I want your ass,” I said, my voice wrecked with sleep.

He pulled away from me and pouted.

“Why the pout? You don’t want me to eat you out?”

“I’m pouting because I want both.”

“Then keep your mouth down there, but swivel around so you can give me your ass.”

“Huh. Okay,” he murmured, taking me in his mouth again.

In the dim light, I could see him working out the logistics of a sixty-nine as he sucked me. After a moment, he spun his body around, still sucking on me.