Page 39 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

My hands move to his belt, fingers fumbling in my eagerness. I manage to unbuckle it, sliding it free before working on his zipper. His breath hitches as I brush against him, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable level. I push his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, and he steps out of them, kicking them aside.

“Beau, I need you,” I whisper.

He grips my hips, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. The rough wood of the barn wall presses into my back, but all I can focus on is the feeling of his body against mine; the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin.

His hand slides between us, guiding himself to my entrance. I can feel the tip of him, hot and insistent, and I moan, my body bending towards him, craving the connection. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushes inside me, filling me completely.

We both groan at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching and filling me driving all coherent thought from my mind. He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust to him, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

Then, he begins to move, each thrust slow and deep, hitting just the right spot. My fingers dig into his shoulders as he sets a steady rhythm, each movement driving me higher and higher.

Beau’s pace quickens, and I can see the determination in his eyes, the desire to drive us both over the edge. Without breakingour connection, he suddenly pulls out, and I gasp at the loss, my body already aching for him again.

“Turn around,” he growls, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I obey without hesitation, facing the barn wall and bracing myself against the rough wood. Beau’s hands slide up my back, and then he grips my hips, positioning me just the way he wants. I feel his heat against me, and then, with one smooth motion, he thrusts back inside me.

The new angle is intense, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. I cry out, pushing back against him, meeting his powerful thrusts. His hands hold my hips tightly, guiding our movements, driving us both closer to the edge.

“God, Clara, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice raw with need.

His pace is relentless, each thrust deep and powerful, hitting that perfect spot inside me. I can feel the tension building again, a coil tightening in my core, ready to snap. The barn walls seem to echo the primal rhythm of our bodies, the gasps and moans of pleasure.

Beau’s hand slides up my body, slipping under my shirt to cup my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple. The added sensation is almost overwhelming, pushing me closer to the brink. His other hand moves between my legs, finding my most sensitive spot and swirling his thumb in perfect, maddening circles.

“Beau, I can’t... I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a breathless moan.

The intensity of it all leaves my legs weak, and before I can stop it, they buckle beneath me. I collapse to my knees, but Beau doesn’t falter. He follows me down, staying inside me, his hands on my hips guiding me back against him. I cry out again, my hands gripping the rough barn floor for support.

Beau’s rhythm becomes more urgent, his thrusts deep and relentless, driving us both toward the edge once more. His hands roam my body, one slipping around to rub my sensitive spot again while he steadies me with the other. The dual sensations have me spiraling higher, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.

“Clara, you feel amazing,” he groans, his voice thick with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart ache with its intensity.

I push back against him, meeting his every thrust, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The heat and friction driving us both mad.

“I’m so close again,” I gasp, “don’t stop, Beau.”

“I won’t,” he promises, his voice a low, fervent growl. “I’ve got you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel the tension building again, tighter and tighter, ready to snap. His fingers work their magic between my legs, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more desperate. I can feel him throbbing inside me, close to the edge himself.

“Beau,” I cry out, my body trembling, the pleasure overwhelming. “I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Clara,” he growls, his voice raw and commanding.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me over the edge. I shatter around him, the climax crashing over me in waves, leaving me breathless and trembling. Beau follows me, groaning my name as he finds his own release, his body tensing and then shuddering against mine.

We collapse together, our bodies spent, our breaths mingling in the cool barn air. Beau pulls me into his arms, and holds me close, our hearts beating in unison. The world slowly comes backinto focus, the barn walls, the hay strewn floor, the scent of wood and earth.

He presses a soft kiss to my temple, his fingers brush my hair back from my face. “Clara,” he murmurs, his voice tender and filled with something that makes my heart swell. “That was incredible.”

I look up at him. As our eyes meet, I see the same intensity, and the same depth of emotion that makes my heart ache with a mixture of joy and fear. I try to push the thoughts away, but they linger, a dark cloud over this blissful moment we’ve just shared.

Beau holds me close, his warmth seeping into my skin, but my mind begins to race. I can’t let myself fall for him again. Not when I have so much to hide, so much I can’t let him know. As much as my heart aches to stay in this moment, I can’t afford to lose myself in him.

I try to focus on the here and now, on the feel of his arms around me, on the sound of his breathing slowly evening out. But the worry gnaws at me, relentless. I can’t let him get too close, or see the parts of my life I’ve kept hidden. There’s too much at stake.

“Clara?” Beau’s voice breaks through my thoughts, his hand gently tilting my chin so I’m looking at him. “Are you okay?”

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