Lumberjacked (A Holiday Lumberjack Mountain Man Romance) - K.C. Crowne Page 0,50
and my hands stilled with the towel in my hair. I couldn’t think about anything when he kissed me like that. He cupped my cheeks and pushed his hips forward, grinding his erection against me.
When he broke the kiss, I was out of breath.
“Here,” he said. “Let me.”
He took the towel from me and pressed it gently against my neck. His eyes connected with mine for a moment before they drifted slowly down. He pressed the towel against my chest. Before continuing, he pulled up the wet shirt I was wearing. He pulled at it, and it clung to my body before releasing. He pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor with a wet plop.
Viktor continued pressing the towel against my chest, gently drying the skin on the swells of my breasts. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra. When the wet bra came away from my skin, my nipples were tight and erect from both the cold and the fact that I was so turned on.
Viktor ran his hand over the clammy skin, rolling my nipple between his fingers, running the towel carefully over my other breast. He worked slowly, meticulously, drying every inch of me, touching me as he went on.
I ran my hands over his slippery abs, and he clenched his muscles, showing off his spectacular six pack. When I ran my hands down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, my fingers skimmed his V-line.
Viktor kissed me, my erect nipples brushing against his chest.
Slowly, he worked my wet pants over my ass and down my legs. He kneeled in front of me, peeling my pants off my legs one by one, pulling the wet socks along with them. When the pants were gone, I stood in front of him in only my panties.
Viktor ran the towel over my legs, moving slowly. He worked his way up from my ankle, and even though he was using a towel, it was so damn sensual, I could feel myself getting wet. When he reached my thigh, he moved slowly up to my crotch. He lightly danced his fingers over my panties, and I widened my stance. Viktor moved the towel to the other ankle and started working his way up. I gasped and moaned, frustrated at how he was dragging it out, though loving it at the same time.
Again, when he reached the top of my thigh, he danced his hands lightly over my panties. He dropped the towel and reached around, cupping my ass in his hands. He squeezed and massaged my flesh, pulling me closer to him, and pressed his lips against my crotch. He breathed in my scent and growled at the back of his throat.
Viktor opened his mouth and nudged my clit with his lips, moving them, sticking out his tongue and licking me through the cotton material of the sensible panties I’d bought in town. God, I wished I’d found something more lingerie-like. But I didn’t need to worry. Viktor didn’t seem turned off by my underwear at all.
He licked and sucked me through my panties, and I moaned, my fingers in his hair. I focused on the sensation of his tongue through the material on my clit, rough yet gentle.
Viktor hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. So slowly, it was almost torture, like he was unwrapping something special, moving carefully.
When my panties were off, he closed his mouth around my bare sex and stuck his tongue against it, licking me. I cried out as electricity shot into my body. His tongue was slick and warm, and I collapsed backward on the bed, my legs open, giving him full access.
Viktor moved to follow me and chuckled against my pussy when I opened my thighs for him. The sound vibrated against me and I moaned. He stuck his tongue into my entrance and wiggled it, and I gasped. He licked a line from my entrance to my clit and sucked on it again.
I moved my hips against his mouth, matching his rhythm. Already, I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. When he pushed his fingers into my entrance, I moaned, the orgasm suddenly right there. I gasped when he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me, curling them in a come-hither motion over my G-spot.
I sucked in quickly and reached for my breasts, rubbing them, playing my fingers over my nipples.