Page 21 of Wild River

When waves of pleasure start rolling through her body, I keep licking but I stare up at her face. I’m hungry for every whimper and micro expression. And as her cheeks blaze and her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip, my girl does not disappoint. She cries out, body writhing, and locks eyes with me, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.

It’s so intense watching her,tastingher, feeling every twitch and shudder and groan, that I have to press my own hips into the mattress hard so I don’t come too.

And when Becca finally collapses back onto the bed, boneless and gasping, I shove myself up and tear off my own clothes like a man possessed. Need to feel her. Need to fuck her. Need to get deep inside my girl, so deep that her body learns to crave my cock.

Crawling on top of her, I notch myself at her entrance and bend down to kiss Becca’s neck. Heart pounding, I take three slow, deep breaths, mouthing at her skin all the while to calm myself.

“Ready?” I grit out at last when I trust my own self control once again.

Becca moans and twines her arms around my neck. “Uh-huh. I’m ready. Make me yours, Jake.”

Blood rushes in my ears, and my whole body flashes hot.Yes.Can’t wait another second.

Jaw clenched, I press forward.

Nine

Becca

Call me weird, but I’ve never really wondered too much what my first time might be like. Maybe because all the relationships I saw around me were cold and unloving, and picturing those people in the sack together was just off-putting. Did I want that for myself? Hell no.

Didn’t want some cool, distant banker to lay me flat and then use me robotically, all with a bored expression on his face.

And yet this morning, I came so close to that future. So close… until I jumped in that ice-cold river and washed into Jake’s arms.

“Oh. Oh god.”

The mountain man is thick and hot and hard as he pushes inside me, going slowly so he doesn’t hurt me by mistake. His jaw is clenched, and his expression is faintly pained as he stares down at me. As Jake looms above, his shoulders tremble with the effort of holding back.

“Christ,” he grits out, pausing and breathing in sharply through flared nostrils. The lamplight casts a golden glow overhis features and makes his dark beard look extra glossy. “I’m only an inch or two in and you feel so fucking good already, Becca. Not gonna survive this.”

I laugh weakly, shifting my hips to get used to the sensation of being stretched open. When I glance down between our bodies, the sight of Jake’s thick shaft pressing inside me makes my head swim with arousal, and a new gush of slickness helps smooth the way.

Yeah, I had no clue. No idea at all what this would be like; how it would turn me inside out and make me feel so exposed and raw. How my chest would ache with love for the man leaning over me.

No clue that it would never, ever be enough.

“Keep going.” My hips rock up eagerly, the faint sting of intrusion already fading away. All that’s left is the tantalizing prickle of arousal. “Keep going. Fuck me. Please.”

Jake groans, his head dropping forward, but his hips do thrust forward another inch. I’m pinned to the mattress now, skewered on his cock, and I claw at his shoulders, trying mindlessly to drag him closer.

It just—

It feels sogood.The heat of his body; the sheen of his sweat; the power in all those muscles. Those dark chest hairs beneath my palm when I stroke lower, and the steady thud of his heartbeat against my hand.

Want him to use me like a rag doll. Want him to take out all his frustrations and fears, all the pent up emotions of the day, and pour all that passion into my body. Want him to come so hard and long inside me that he needs a sports drink afterward. Is that too much to ask?

“Jake.” I tug on his shoulders, his arms, his wrists where he’s braced against the mattress. “Stop holding back. You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

The mountain man chokes out a laugh and shakes his head, eyes closed. He’s still vibrating with the effort of going slow, but the thing is, I don’t need that anymore. I’m over the initial sting. Now I wantallof him.

“Jake.” Impatient now, I reach up and twist his nipple. The man above me lets out a shocked noise, his hips punching forward and spearing me to the mattress.

Yes.

Accusing brown eyes glare down at me, but Jake’s not fooling anyone. His hips are moving eagerly now, rolling against my body, fucking deeper and deeper, and though his expression is stern, his mouth twitches with humor.

“So impatient,” Jake says.

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