Page 24 of Full Mountie

Because this is Beth. The woman I’ve been wanting since the first moment I saw her. The woman who’s made me ache to be right here every single day for the past year. And this is my chance to show her how I feel.

Lowering myself over her, I reach down and position myself at her entrance, then, I hook my arm under her knee, easing it up and to the side—opening her as wide as possible. Our gazes lock, and Beth’s lips form a silent O as I press into her, inch by inch.

She’s snug and soft, warm and welcoming. Sinking into her body is disorientingly good, but after the first few strokes I gain the control I need to stretch out her pleasure. Our pleasure. I never want this to end.

Before long, she’s trying to tip her hips upward, but with her legs spread like this, she’s my perfect prisoner. “You want more?” I ask her as I slide into her heat again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Just this. It’s so good,” she breathes.

“Deeper?”

“Yeah. Sure.” She rocks her hips again, a helpless little pulse because she has almost no range of motion and I won’t be rushed.

On my next thrust, I flex my hips, burying myself in her body. As she takes the last of me, her breath hitches and I lean down and gently kiss her mouth.

She’s hot and tight, and now, she’s mine. It takes every bit of my restraint not to tell her that out loud.Mine.

Angling myself so I slide over her g-spot, I pump my hips at a nice, leisurely pace as I hold her gaze. And on the down-strokes, I grind against her clit. I watch her eyes light up, then get heavy. I like both reactions and I push her buttons again to zig zag her between them.

We can’t undo a year of distance. I can’t make up for three hundred and sixty-five nights of empty beds. But I can make tonight worth the wait.

I can give her so much pleasure she’ll be sore in all the right places.

As I move us together, she gives up trying to meet my thrusts, and instead of rocking her lower body, she stretches her arms over her head and writhes beneath me, brushing her nipples against my chest.

I kiss her again.I know what you’re doing, I think, but I don’t say it. Instead I release her leg and take her hands in mine, pressing her back against the bed. Her eyes darken as she tugs against my hold, and her lips curve into an ecstatic smile.

“No rushing,” I tease her as I swivel my hips, easing my cock partway out of her. She groans and tosses her head as she tries to chase the shallow strokes. Her legs crawl up my torso, urging me deeper again, and when I finally give in she gasps and presses her face into my forearm.

Inside, she clenches around me, too. Every part of her body is responding to me, and that’s so fucking heady.

That we’re doing this is still unreal.

I breathe her name to ground myself, and she turns her face again, looking right at me. “Yes,” she says. Simple as that.

I say it again. “Beth.”

“Yes. Lachlan, yes.” She arches her back, surging under me, and I release her hands, dropping my forearms to the bed. Caging her in but letting her move, too. Letting her suck me into the whirlwind of arousal. Fuck control. Fuck patience.

My thrusts grow wild and frantic as she grinds up against me. Her hands cup my shoulders, my neck, and she pulls me down, until we’re plastered together.

I realize I’m shaking as I buck into her, my thrusts starting and stopping deep inside her, more a rutting than anything else. Her teeth graze my shoulder, then her tongue follows, a slow lick that makes my balls pull tight.

“Do that again,” I growl hoarsely, and she does, squeezing me inside her at the same time, and a stream of profanity slides out of my mouth. “Need you to come with me. Fuck, I need you…”

“So close,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. “Harder.”

I blindly reach for her leg with one hand, going back to the position we started in, and she cries out. Yeah, that’s the stuff. Each stroke drags another gorgeous shout from her mouth, so I stick with powerful thrusts of my hips. My own release begins to churn, and there’s not much I can do about that. But even if I spill into her before she comes, I’m not stopping. I’ll get her there. I’ll fuck her forever if she wants.

She clings to me, her voice sweet and husky in my ear as I drive into her. “There, yes. Oh, Lachlan. I’m going to…”

And through some blessed luck I don’t fucking deserve, she gets there just before I do. She tightens up in my arms, shivering and clutching as an orgasm rockets through her. Her face contorts delicately, her mouth parting, her eyes squeezing tight, and it’s all so gorgeous, so private and erotic, watching her come undone, that I lose myself.

I thrust hard one last time, holding my engorged cock deep inside her. No release has ever felt this good. My thighs throb, my arms ache, and I’m coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

I should probably get off her. Even as I think that, I press my hips against hers. My cock is sensitive and softening, but she still feels amazing.

“Am I heavy?” I finally ask.

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