Page 54 of Knocked up By the Mountain Man

He peels the shoes off my feet and pulls himself up the bed to hover above me. I lift myself up willingly so he can gently lift the material of my top upwards, softly brushing his velvety fingers over me as he does. Everything about him is sweet and kind, but I can sense his hunger as well. It’s a delightfully thrilling combination that feels nothing like anything I’ve ever had before. I already don’t want it to end.

“Oh fuck.” I feel messy and raw, drunk on him. “Beau, you are…”

He only stops to reach around my back to peel off my bra, to let my breasts free. He moans like he’s in the middle of sheer agony and pleasure before dipping his head downwards to take my nipple between his lips. I arch my back and let out a cry of bliss as that delightful tongue of his flickers all over me, tugging and teasing until I’m drowning in the sensations. There’s something utterly phenomenal about Beau’s mouth.

“I want you,” I beg. “I need you, Beau…”

He pulls back away from me. I squeeze my thighs together, trying not to reveal just how badly I want him inside of me, as he does a little strip show for me. Beau makes it playful, doing a few dance moves, making me laugh and enjoy myself. It’s nice to have fun; it somehow manages to make it even sexier. I guess that’s the difference between having sex with someone you’ve given yourself over to entirely.

Now he really knows me.

We reallyseeone another.

The butterflies flapping within me intensify as we continue to strip one another down, revealing how flushed and sweaty we already are for one another. He climbs back over me, like a predator coming for his prey. I part my thighs and let him in willingly, perfectly prepared to be consumed by him. As he moves over my body, I squirm and writhe, ready to let out a gigantic scream.

He kisses me again, his lips moving all over my face, my throat, and my collarbone, while his fingers play with the waist band of my panties. Only that thin material and his boxer shorts stand in the way of us, and it feels agonizing.

“I want you,” I whisper, unable to keep my real feelings inside. “God, I want you, Beau. So much.”

“I’m taking these panties off,” he replies, his words vibrating all the way over my skin. “I fucking need to see you, more than ever.”

It seems confessing our love for one another has really fired the both of us up.

I lift my ass up, revealing myself to him. This time, as his hands grip my legs and he slides upwards, he only moves half way, blowing his hot breath all over my soaking wet core. My fingers grip hard on to the sheets as I feel myself driving towards the edge already. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my head is all over the place; I’m a mess for him.

I guess I’m always going to be a mess for this man.

“Fuck!” I cry out as he plunges two fingers into me, creating a gorgeous shock wave through me. “Oh God.”

He’s good. Damn good.

Even better now that he knows my body so well.

He pumps his fingers, quickening as he sees me enjoying it. I’m so lost in what he’s doing to me that I don’t even notice his mouth nearing me until he connects. His tongue brushes over my clit, tracing incredible patterns, shooting my body up in the air. I don’t even know where I am anymore. Beau is driving me wild, to the brink of insanity. The combination of his tongue and fingers is too much for me and as the pressure builds, I don’t know if I can handle it much longer.

“Shit!” Just as I’m about to fly over the edge, Beau yanks himself away, leaving me cold and exposed. “Where are you going, Beau? What are you trying to do to me here?” I groan. “Fucking hell, I’m… you’re…”

He silences my moaning by slamming his lips against mine once more. I can taste myself in this kiss, and there’s something oddly sexy about that. It helps that his rock hard cock is teasing my entrance, giving me the tiniest glimpse of what’s to come. God, that’s too much. I need more. I can’t wait to have all of him.

I buck my hips, slowly sliding him inside. He’s massive, and it still pinches a little, but my body stretches around him, taking him in. I grip his back during that first thrust, scratching my fingers over his skin. The deep abyss of pleasure is already waiting for me; Beau has sent it my way with his mouth, so it doesn’t take a long for me to come again.

“Shit!” I scream. “Oh, Beau!” I call out his name like a prayer as I fall, tumbling deep into the waters of pleasure, drowning as the hot bliss fills my lungs right to the top, claiming every part of me. I shudder and buck through the orgasm, but Beau holdsme tight, he keeps me close to him, building our bond as I come hard and fast.

He’s everything to me in that moment, he floods every part of me, and I never want to let him go…

I crash on his chest and nestle into his embrace, my heart full.

But it’s in this moment I know what I need to do.

I prop up on to my elbows, ready to tell him everything. At last…

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BEAU

The air still hums with the aftermath of our love making, the room filled with the lingering scent of passion and sweat. Clara rests in my arms, her breathing steady and even against my chest. I feel a profound sense of peace, a completeness I’ve yearned for over the years. Everything about this moment feels right, like coming home after a long, exhausting journey.

Clara shifts slightly, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes that have always held my heart. Her fingers trace gentle patterns on my skin, and I can see a hint of hesitation in her gaze.

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