Page 62 of The One With the Mountain Man

A nervous thrill went through me as I took in all that naked glory. Jackson was a work of art. A mountain man who earned all his strength from using his body instead of sculpting it in a gym. He was imperfect and unmistakably powerful.

He rolled on the condom and climbed back into bed, his back resting against the headboard. "Get over here and finish what you started in the truck." He said it with a cocky grin and twinkling eyes.

And I couldn't wait to know how it felt to have him moving inside me when he looked at me like that.

"Liked that did you?" I crawled across the mattress and onto his lap, this time our skin melding together.

"You're just unlocking fantasy after fantasy for me. Sundresses and truck sex and you taking what you want from me without a single doubt."

I felt my strength returning with every second I spent with Jackson. "Is that all you fantasize about?" I rubbed myself all over him.

His hands wrapped around my hips and squeezed. "Those are just the new ones, darlin'. I like feeling good and I don't have too many things on my list that I say no to."

"I like feeling good, too."

He fisted his cock and dragged the tip of it through my arousal. "Then show me what you like so I can do a lot more of that."

When he notched at my entrance I sank down and gasped at the sensation of stretching around him for the first time.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned, his head falling back with a bang on the headboard.

I was flying again but this time the only thing holding me down was the need for more. I rose up and sank down, taking him deeper and deeper inside me. His hands moved over my skin, letting me move at my own pace. I rocked my hips, finding where we fit together and discovering that we were like two puzzle pieces that were made to lock together. I rode him while he massaged my breasts and rolled my nipples and just when I started to chase that fuzzy, out of reach sensation, he pressed a thumb to my clit and rubbed me straight into my second orgasm.

When I collapsed against his chest, he bundled me up in his arms and held me while I floated away, high on pleasure and the sensation that I was completely and utterly safe.

"I've got you." He kissed my temple, my cheek, my lips.

The man handed out orgasms, kisses, and safety nets like it was his damn job. "A girl could get used to this."

"That's the idea."

"Your generosity is the stuff of legends."

"I'm generous for selfish reasons, Lee." He took my chin in his fingers and tilted my face up for a kiss. "You recovered yet?"

I hummed and nodded because it was all I could do. "How do you want me next?"

His cock twitched inside me. "Say things like that and I won't last long enough for your third."

"I'm done. Spent. I'm good."

That earned me a growl as he lifted me off his lap. "I'm not a fan of that attitude, Lee. I need you on your back."

I flopped, not really comprehending Jackson's disgruntled feelings until he was between my legs, filling me up all over again, but at a totally different angle that took my breath away.

"That's what I thought. You're not nearly done yet."

I was still trembling from my last orgasm, but all these new sensations had me lighting up for him all over again. It was like riding a wave only to be caught up in the next without having to swim back out.

"You blush so beautifully when you're coming," he said between thrusts. "Here." He skated a finger over my cheeks. "Here." And over my chest. "And here." He traced all the way down to my nipples. "Like a work of art."

I arched as he played with my nipples, wishing it was his talented tongue instead. Not that it mattered. My inner muscles were already tightening as he took me harder and harder. "Yes, Jackson. Like this." I didn't even know I could come this many times with a man. My vibrator on a particularly productive day, sure. Never during intercourse.

Maybe it was because it had been so long since I'd had fun in bed, but I was beginning to think it was simply Jackson that drew this out of me. I wanted to stay up all night exploring the possibilities. Maybe chain him to my bed so he couldn't leave.

He lowered down to his elbows, holding me close, slowing his pounding to long, measured thrusts, and changing the angle yet again. "You feel so good. Incredible." Then he kissed me with a deep swirl of his tongue, and I went off all over again.

"Yes, just like that. Just like that. Fuck!" His moans joined mine and I felt the jerk of his cock as he came right along with me. Two throbbing, needy, orgasmic people who'd somehow found each other after all this time.

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