Page 38 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

She takes another deep breath, then abruptly steps forward, closing the distance between us. Before I can process what’s happening, Clara grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me in for a kiss. Her lips are urgent, desperate, and for a moment, I’m too stunned to respond. But then my instincts take over, and I kiss her back, my hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer.

The world fades away, leaving just the two of us and the intensity of the moment. Her hands move to my hair, tangling in the strands as she deepens the kiss. The tension that’s been building between us, fades and dissolves into this connection.

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CLARA

When we finally pull back, we’re both breathless. His eyes are filled with an intensity I’ve never seen before. He steps closer, and my breath catches in my throat. The anticipation between us crackles like electricity.

Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs, sending shivers through my body. My heart races as he looks up at me, his eyes full of desire and adoration.

“Beau...” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Clara,” he murmurs, his hands reach for the hem of my skirt, lifting it slowly. His fingers graze my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I should have just talked. I know he wants answers from me, but somehow, we always end up here instead.

I nod, unable to find my voice, my body already responding to his touch. He gently spreads my legs, and I lean back against the barn wall for support. His breath is warm against my skin, and I feel a familiar surge of anticipation.

This might be wrong, but damn, it feels oh so right!

Beau’s hands slide under the waist band of my panties, his fingers hook them and start to pull them down. His eyes flicker up to mine, and I see the desire blazing in them. Slowly, almost teasingly, he tugs my panties off with his teeth, the cool fabric sliding down my legs in a torturously slow manner. My breath hitches, and I feel a fresh wave of heat pool in my core.

Once my panties are off, he tosses them aside, and his hands return to my thighs, parting them wider.

Beau looks up at me with a devilish grin, his eyes dark and filled with lust. The anticipation is almost unbearable, every nerve in my body is on edge, waiting for his next move. He leans in, his breath hot against my skin, but instead of diving straight in, he plants soft, teasing kisses along my inner thighs, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I let out a soft moan, my hands instinctively tangling in his hair, urging him closer. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin, heightening my arousal. He continues his torturous path, kissing and nipping at my sensitive flesh, never quite reaching where I need him most.

“Beau, please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Patience, Clara,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the skin just above my knee. “I want to savor you.”

His hands grip my hips, steadying me as he finally moves closer to my aching core. Then, with a deliberate slowness that makes me want to scream, he presses a soft kiss to my most sensitive spot.

The sensation is electric, a bolt of pleasure that shoots through me, making me gasp. Beau takes his time, exploring me with his tongue, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He alternates between slow, teasing licks and quick, firm strokes, driving me wild with desire.

My legs tremble, and I clutch at his hair, trying to anchor myself as the pleasure builds. Beau’s hands move to my thighs, holding me open as he continues his assault, his mouth working their magic. The sensations are overwhelming, a sweet torture that leaves me panting and desperate for more.

Each stroke, each flick of his tongue sends me higher and higher, my body tightening with every touch.

I can’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that escape me as my fingers grip his hair tightly, urging him on. He responds to every movement, every gasp, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moves expertly, alternating between soft, teasing licks and firm, deliberate strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He doesn’t rush, and takes his time to truly savor every moment, every reaction. His hands hold me steady, his fingers digging in my thighs to keep me grounded, preventing me from floating away on the bliss he’s creating. His mouth explores me thoroughly, intimately, as though he’s memorizing every part of me.

I’m on the brink, teetering on the edge, when he pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my most sensitive skin.

“Beau,” I gasp, my voice a plea.

He smiles against me, a wicked, knowing smile, and then he resumes with renewed intensity. His tongue flicks and swirls, his lips creating a perfect, maddening rhythm that has me spiraling higher and higher. I grip his hair tighter, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he’s giving me.

Finally, with a cry that echoes through the barn, I shatter. The climax crashes over me, intense and all consuming, leaving me breathless and trembling in its wake. Beau doesn’t stop, his mouth and tongue coaxing every last wave of pleasure from me until I’m utterly spent.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, filled with satisfaction and something deeper, something that makes my heart swell. I reach for him, pulling him up to his feet, and kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his lips, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection that went beyond words.

Our lips part, and Beau stands, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel his arousal pressing against me, hard and insistent, and I know he wants me just as desperately as I want him.

“Clara,” he breathes, his voice husky with desire.

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