Page 44 of Mountain Summons

He gritted his teeth, deciding honesty was the way to go. “You have to stop touching me, anyway. Otherwise, I’m going to come before we get started, sweetheart.”

“Okay, then.” She removed her hand—his cock now weeping from the sudden absence of touch. Tristan ignored it, watching as her hand made its way up her body, pulling up her T-shirt as she went. For once, he was glad his neighbors kept the heating on high. It was always too hot in his apartment. But hot was good, if it meant Lena walked around in a T-shirt. Up and up it went, revealing her slim hips, her soft, flat belly, and then, the curve of her pale breasts.

He could come, just from looking at her.

He’d never come without touching himself, but he was close now. So close … and still the T-shirt went up, revealing her sharp clavicles. She pulled it off completely, her breasts swaying as she did so. She was wearing a bra that was?—

Like something out of his dreams. Black. Sheer enough that he could see the tight peaks of her nipples peaking through. His hand came out to touch. He couldn’tnottouch. Lena gave an agonized whimper.

“So sensitive,” she whispered. “It’s the middle of my cycle.”

Tristan’s tongue dried in his mouth.Her most fertile time of the month.For some reason, the thought didn’t scare him. It should, but it didn’t. He wanted inside her. He wanted it so badly, it was hard to think of anything else. Except he had to make sure she was ready first.

He pushed the thought aside and focused on her breasts. Coming up on one elbow to give himself better access, he pulled the bra down lewdly to expose her nipples. First on one side, then on the other. They were pink, tight, and growing even tighter under his attention.

Eventually, because he didn’t want to hurt her, he undid the clasp and let her breasts go free. They grew heavier under his touch—the perfect handful. She leaned forward, her breasts swinging freely toward him, and he grabbed on to her right nipple with his teeth, biting gently. Soon, she was the one begging.

He alternated between sucking on one nipple, then the other, while with his hands he pulled down her leggings and her underwear, until she was completely naked in front of him. Unlike the last time he’d seen her naked, this time he could afford to look his fill. He could afford to touch. He could afford to?—

“I thought you were just going to lie down and take it,” she gasped, freeing her nipples from his mouth, from his touch, and pulling away. She pulled at his sweatpants, pulling them down. He wanted it, he wanted to be naked, but he hated the way her hands didn’t come anywhere near his cock this time.

“Let me touch you,” he said.

“No. I think you should watch me touch myself. Watch me get myself ready for you,” she said, opening her legs wide and straddling him. The complaint died on his lips as she pulled her index finger to his mouth. He sucked it greedily, but only for a moment.

“Thank you,” she said. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as her finger disappeared inside her body. Right where he wanted to be.

“I’m so wet, Tristan.” He watched her finger disappear inside her body, past the first, then the second knuckle. Then out again until only the tip of the nail remained. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“You feel full, sweetheart?” he asked.

“No.” Her finger went back inside. “Not nearly enough.”

“You want these?” Tristan asked, positioning two thick fingers right outside her body.

“Yes.” Tristan licked the taste of her from her finger as his own, thicker fingers disappeared into her pussy. She was hot and slick and so fucking tight as he fucked her gently with his fingers. “Watch,” he said. “Watch as I stretch you for my cock.”

Lena’s eyes widened as she looked down. Tristan kept up the hypnotic rhythm as her flesh grew warmer under his touch, her breathing erratic. She was so close, and he wanted nothing more than to watch her come undone. His thumb found her clit, sliding around the warm little nub.

“Stop. Please.”

He stopped immediately. “Lena?”

“No. Yes. I mean, don’t stop, but don’t make me come yet. I’m really close.”

He slowed his movement but didn’t stop. “Good. I’m going to make you come so many times,” he cajoled. “This is just the first of many.”

Her pussy tightened against his fingers. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice dreamy. “Make me come, Tristan. Please.” The words were barely out of her mouth before she exploded, her pussy clenching against his fingers.

This. Yes. This.

Lena

Lena sprawled on top of Tristan.

She knew she should be feeling completely sated after that toe-curling orgasm, but the feel of Tristan’s muscles against her tight nipples served to reignite the flames within her.

His hand stroked her back, his touch gentle, unhurried, but there was no denying the hard length beneath her. He was hard as steel. For her.

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