Page 31 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

I could stop this.

I know I should put a halt to it right now.

But I don’t.

I can feel my own hands shaking slightly as I reach for the buttons on his shirt, my fingers fumbling in my haste to undress him. Our movements are urgent yet tender, as if we’re both afraid this moment might slip away. Beau’s shirt joins mine on the floor, and I run my hands over his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath my palms. He’s stronger, these days, thicker. He shivers at my touch, and I revel in the power of knowing he wants this as much as I do. He leans in to kiss me again, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. My fingersmove to the waist band of his jeans, and I begin to unbutton them, my breath catching in my throat with anticipation.

I can’t believe we’re here again.

I can’t fucking believe how good it feels.

Beau follows my lead, his hands deftly undoing the clasp of my bra and letting it slide down my arms. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin feels overwhelming, each touch igniting a fire within me.

We shed the rest of our clothing in a desperate frenzy, the air between us thick with desire. It’s familiar and new all at once, an exhilarating blend of comfort and excitement. As Beau’s hands explore my body, mapping out every curve and contour, I realize how much I’ve missed this… missedhim.

He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the couch, and lays me down gently, his body pressing against mine. Our kisses grow more fervent, and desperate, as we give into the temptation that has been simmering beneath the surface from the moment I got here. He might have looked at me with hatred in his eyes, but that was just hidingthis.

Beau’s mouth moves down my neck, his kisses trailing fire along my skin. I arch my back, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he reaches my chest. He pauses for a moment, his breath warm against my skin, and then his mouth closes around my nipple.

A sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me as I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close. His tongue teases and circles, alternating between gentle flicks and firm, insistent sucks. I can’t help the moan that escapes me, my body responding to every movement of his mouth.

Beau’s hands are not idle; one grips my hip, holding me steady against him, while the other slowly trickles down my body, seeking for what I so desperately want him to discover. But he’s teasing me, giving me nothing just yet. Instead, he switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I feel mybody tremble beneath him. The sensation of his mouth on my nipple and his hand exploring my skin is intoxicating, driving me to the edge of control.

I pull him up, our lips meeting in another searing kiss. The taste of my own skin mingles with his, and it only heightens the desire coursing through me. My hands wander down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch, and I press him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

Fuck, it’s no wonder no one else compares to this man.

He’s just too much!

Beau’s hand finally slips between my thighs, and I gasp against his mouth, my body leaning into his touch. He glides his calloused fingers against my velvety soaking wet slit, making my head spin with need. His fingers move with a knowing precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel the tension building, a coil tightening in my core, and I know I’m on the brink of losing myself completely.

“Beau,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need.

His name on my lips both a plea, and a declaration. He responds by pressing a kiss to my lips, his fingers never faltering in their rhythm.

Beau’s kisses trail down my body, each one sending a shiver of anticipation through me. When he reaches my hips, he pauses and looks up at me, his gaze filled with desire and tenderness. I finally start to seehimagain. The sweet boy I had known for my whole life; which is why when his hands gently part my thighs, I let them open willingly. I’m rewarded with a rush of warmth which spreads through me as he settles between them.

His breath is hot against my skin, and I can feel my pulse quickening in anticipation. Beau’s lips find the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his kisses slow and deliberate, driving me wild with need. He takes his time, building the anticipation until I’m aching for more.

I’ve never experienced this with him before, and I have to admit, I can’t wait.

When his mouth finally finds my hyper sensitive clit, a wanton cry escapes me. His tongue moves rapidly, tracing patterns over my nub in a way that has me gripping the cushions beneath me. He alternates between gentle, teasing licks and firm, insistent strokes, each movement driving me closer to the edge. I can’t catch my breath, not when he’s tasting me like this. Like a mad man on an mission. It’s an onslaught of bliss.

Beau’s hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. The intensity of his focus, the way he seems to know exactly what I need, leaves me breathless. His tongue circles and flicks, his lips sucking gently, and I feel the pleasure building, a sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.

I can barely think, can barely form a coherent word as he brings me closer and closer to the brink.

My moans fill the room, and I can feel desire twisting tighter and tighter within me. Every nerve in my body is alight with sensation, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Beau,” I gasp out, my voice trembling with the intensity of what I’m feeling. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. The sight alone is enough to push me over the edge.

With a final, skillful flick of his tongue, the wave crashes over me, and I’m lost in the pleasure that washes through me.

My body tenses, then releases, trembling with the force of burning hot bliss, shattering me from the inside out. But even as I buck and scream, Beau doesn’t stop, his tongue continuing its rhythmic movements, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m left breathless and spent.

Even then, he moves back up my body, pressing gentle kisses to my skin as I careen down from the high. When he reaches my lips, I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. I didn’tknow how fucking sexy it could be to taste myself on someone like this.

But then everything he does is sexy.

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