Page 32 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

This is still Beau Marshall after all.

I pull him closer, our bodies pressing together, the aftermath of my release tingling through me. His hands continue to explore my burning hot skin, as if he’s memorizing every inch of me. I can feel the hardness of him against my thigh, a reminder of his own need, and I can’t wait to bring him the same pleasure he’s just given me.

With a swift motion, I push him back against the couch, reversing our positions. His eyes widen slightly in surprise but quickly darken with intense need as he watches me. I straddle him, my thighs on either side of his hips, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against my core.

I lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, my hands running through his hair. I can feel his hands on my hips, guiding me, his fingers dig into my skin with a desperate need. I shift my hips, grinding against him, eliciting a low groan from deep in his chest. The sound sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but smile against his lips.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze. The intensity in them takes my breath away.

“Good,” I reply, my own voice trembling with the anticipation of what’s to come.

I reach between us, my hand wrapping around his length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. Beau’s breath hitches, his grip on my hips tightening as I guide him to my entrance. I take my time, teasing him, enjoying the way his body responds to my touch.

When I finally lower myself onto him, it’s a slow, deliberate movement. The sensation is overwhelming, he’s so big I have tostretch around him, which makes my heart thunder through my whole body. Beau’s hands grip my hips, steadying me, and I can feel his body tense beneath me as he tries to maintain control.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. I move slowly at first, savoring the way he feels inside me, the friction building with each movement. The sensation is electric, a fire that spreads through me, igniting every nerve ending. “Fuck, Clara…”

Beau’s hands guide my movements, his fingers dig into my skin with a desperation that matches my own. I quicken the pace, riding him with an urgency that leaves us both breathless. The room is filled with the echoing sounds of our bodies slapping together.

I lean forward, my hands bracing on his chest, and he meets my movements with thrusts of his own. The pleasure builds with each motion, a swelling that leaves us both teetering on the edge. I can feel the pressure of bliss within me again, the promise of release just within reach.

Beau’s hands move to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending jolts of joy through me. The combined sensation is too much, and I feel myself teetering on the brink of yet another orgasm. I look down at him, his gaze locked on mine. The intensity there shoves me over the edge, I fall fast and I fall hard.

Harder than ever before.

With a cry, I come undone, my body trembling with the force of my release. The orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, relentless and consuming. It starts as a deep, pulsating throb at the center of my being, spreading outward in waves of ecstasy that ignites every nerve ending. Electric sparks shoot through me, setting my skin ablaze with sensation.

“Fuck, Clara…” Beau’s voice is ragged, his words a desperate plea that only adds to the intensity. His hands grip me tighter,anchoring me as I surrender to the torrent of pleasure. I ride the crest of sensation, my body moving with an urgency born of overwhelming need.

The room spins with the intensity of the moment. My body quakes, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me. As Beau nears the climax, his breaths become ragged and uneven, each exhale a desperate gasp. His muscles tense, every fiber of his being straining with the intensity of the moment. When release finally overtakes him, a deep, guttural groan escapes his lips, and his body shudders with the force of his climax.

His hands grip me tighter, fingers digging into my skin as he surrenders to the waves of pleasure crashing over him. The sensation is electric, sending tremors through him that seem to reverberate in the air around us. For a brief, breathtaking moment, it’s as if the world stands still, and there’s nothing but the raw, primal connection between us.

I collapse against his chest, our skin slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both come down from the high.

For a moment, we lie tangled together, our breathes slowing as we come down from the high. Beau’s hands stroke my back gently, a tender gesture that makes my heart swell with emotion.

In the post orgasmic bliss, I feel a sense of warmth and contentment I haven’t felt in a long time. But as the minutes pass, reality starts to creep back in, bringing with it a rush of anxiety. Wyatt could be back at any moment. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I realize what I have to do.

Reluctantly, I push myself up and away from Beau. He looks up at me, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice still rough from our earlier exertions.

I bite my lip, my heart heavy with the words I need to say. “Beau, you need to go.”

His expression shifts from confusion to hurt. “What? Why?”

I stand up, gather my scattered clothes and quickly start getting dressed. “Wyatt could come back any minute. If he finds you here...”

Beau sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “But I thought we…”

“I know,” I interrupt, my voice trembling. “But we still have to be careful, right?”

He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. Finally, he nods, understanding dawning in his expression. “Okay. I get it.”

I feel a pang of guilt as I watch him gather his clothes and get dressed. This isn’t how I wanted things to go. But I can’t risk Wyatt finding out, not when everything is so precarious.

We still have so many issues between us.

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