Page 28 of Challenged By the Rugged Lumberjack

"I want to," I assure him, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs. "I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?"

He nods, lifting his hips slightly so I can slide the fabric down his thighs. His erection springs free, thick and hard, larger than I expected. I wrap my hand around him, feeling him pulse against my palm, hearing his ragged inhale at the contact.

"Tell me what feels good," I murmur, stroking him slowly.

"Everything," he gasps. "Just... everything you're doing."

I smile, then lower my head to take him into my mouth. The sound he makes—a deep, guttural groan that seems torn from the very core of him—sends heat pooling low in my belly. His thighs tremble beneath my free hand as I move, taking him deeper, establishing a rhythm that has his breathing turning harsh and irregular.

"Elisa," he warns after several minutes, his voice strained. "I'm going to... you should stop..."

I pull back, looking up at him through my lashes. His face is transformed with pleasure—eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. I've never seen anything more beautiful.

"This is just the beginning," I promise, rising to my feet.

I try to push him back onto the bed, but it's like trying to move a mountain. He barely budges, his solid frame immovable under my hands. Then understanding dawns in his eyes, and he smiles—a flash of white teeth in the moonlight—before lying back on the mattress, his hands settling on my hips to steady me.

I reach behind me to unhook my bra, letting it fall away. His eyes darken further as he takes in my breasts, fuller now with pregnancy.

"Can I touch you?" he asks, his voice trembling.

"Please," I breathe.

His large hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping me. I reach down to slide my panties off, then straddle his hips, his erection pressing hot and hard against my inner thigh.

"Am I too heavy?" I ask, suddenly conscious of my weight on his frame.

"You're perfect," he assures me, his hands stroking down my sides to rest on my thighs. Then his brow furrows slightly. "Is this... is it okay? With the baby?"

The concern in his voice makes my heart swell. "It's fine," I tell him, leaning down to kiss him softly. "Completely safe."

I rise up on my knees, positioning him at my entrance, then slowly lower myself onto him. The stretch of him filling me draws a gasp from my lips, echoed by his deep groan as I take him fully inside.

"Oh god," he breathes, his fingers digging into my hips. "Elisa, you feel... I can't even..."

"I know," I whisper, adjusting to the feeling of him inside me. "Just breathe. Feel everything."

I begin to move, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that has both of us panting. Josh watches me with awe, his hands moving over my body—cupping my breasts, caressing my belly, gripping my ass as I increase the pace.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, the words sounding like they've been pulled from somewhere deep inside him. "So perfect."

I arch my back, taking him deeper, feeling the tension building inside me with each movement. Josh's breathing grows more ragged, his thighs tensing beneath me, his grip on my hips tightening in a way that will likely leave marks—marks I'll welcome, evidence of this night, this connection.

Suddenly, he sits up, arms wrapping around me as he claims my mouth in a desperate kiss. The change in angle has me crying out against his lips, pleasure spiraling through me in dizzying waves. Then, in a display of strength that leaves me breathless, he flips us over so that I'm beneath him, my back against the cool sheets, his powerful body covering mine.

He braces himself on his forearms, careful not to crush me, creating a space between us where moonlight and shadow play across our joined bodies.

"Is this okay?" he asks, always checking, always making sure.

"Yes," I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Please, Josh. Don't stop."

He begins to move, finding his rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I run my hands over thebroad expanse of his back, feeling the muscles flex and release beneath my fingertips, marveling at the controlled power in every movement.

"Elisa," he groans, his pace increasing. "I can't... I'm going to..."

"It's okay," I whisper, cradling his face in my hands. "Let go. I've got you."

"I can't hold back anymore," he warns, voice trembling with the effort of restraint.

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