Page 14 of Destined for the Mountain Man

“Oh, Grant,” she pants.

“Fucking hell, Charlotte,” I groan.

She’s so tight, so perfect, everything I need. I slide into her again, loving how hot and wet she is, how she moans for me, how her hips roll to meet mine. We’re perfect, belong togetherand letting her go when she’s mine, completely mine ... it’s not possible.

I brace myself on the bed next to her and choose a slow, even pace, one that’s burning through my restraint too quickly. Charlotte wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me when she’s not moaning against my neck, biting me softly, struggling to meet every thrust.

“Just like that, baby,” I encourage. “You feels so good, sound so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

And I give her what she needs, pounding into her. I savor every panting moan, every touch, the wet sounds that echo under the slapping of our bodies as she gets closer and closer to the edge. She squeezes her thighs around me and kisses me hungrily.

I palm her breasts, cup her head, dig my fingers into her hair. Do whatever she needs, touch her, tighten my hold on her. She’s mine. Mine.

“Mine,” I growl.

She whimpers and nods. “Yes, yes. I’m so close. Grant, I just ...”

I reach down to rub her clit and she bursts for me, coming as her nails sink into my shoulders. I pull out, flip her over, then fill her again. She arches back so I fill her even deeper. I fuck her hard, filling her completely until she’s yelling my name into the sheets. I palm her breast, layer her slick back with kisses, and rub her clit until she comes for me again.

I follow right after, groaning her name as I press my forehead against her shoulder.

We collapse together and she sighs. “So good.”

“I’m glad to hear it, baby,” I say before gently easing out of her.

She whimpers and I hurry to take care of her. I cuddle her close after tossing the condom and stroke her hair as I feed her gentle kisses. “How do you feel?”

Laughing, Charlotte kisses me again. “I think you created a monster.”

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

She shakes her head and tries to roll on top of me. “I want more.”

I shake my head, chuckle, then grin. “We’ve got a lot of positions to cover.”

I kiss her again before rolling with her across the bed, eager to get as much of Charlotte as possible. There’s no way I can let her go. Not when she’s this perfect for me. I can’t imagine settling into loneliness the same. I can’t imagine giving her up after a month, so I won’t. I’m going to give her every reason to stay, show her all the ways I can take care of her, help her grow, and please her.

Starting with round two.

Chapter 11 - Charlotte

Life with Grant is easy. I can’t believe I’ve been here for three and a half weeks. Laughing with him, learning with him, making dinner with a pretty decent success rate, and enjoying every morning together. And every night.

Grant never leaves for work without a kiss and he doesn’t say a word when he gets home until I kiss him again. I’ve even started making soaps and candles. I like how calming it is, how many options there are, and Grant is willing to give me honest and constructive feedback every time.

Every hobby I want to do, he looks up to give me pointers without taking over. We still watch at least two movies a week, eat together, fall asleep together, and having sex with him is ... everything I’ve read about and more.

Grant comes back from the sink and shows me the soap he tested. “This is my favorite.”

But he’s not showing me his hands. I narrow my eyes. “Too much dye?”

He shows me a little green tint to his nails. “Just a bit. But I like the scent. Like freshly cut grass with a touch of something else.”

“Spice,” I answer.

He kisses me. “I like it. Just a bit less dye.”

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