Page 44 of Rocky Mountain Devil
Chapter Ten
Rafe trembled on the edge of control. As he slipped his fingers through her curls, she all but purred, the sound rising from deep in her throat making him impossibly hard.
He stroked his fingers through her wetness, slipping into her body slightly. One knuckle, retreat, repeat.
He adjusted his thumb until he found her clit and rubbed lightly as on every pulse he pressed deeper and deeper into her body. One finger replaced by two, fingers coated with her response as he fought to keep from frantically dry humping her leg.
It was no use. Laurel rocked against his hand, desperate noises escaping her as he fucked his fingers into her warmth. Distraction. That’s what he needed, but the only distraction at hand was her.
Like her pretty little breasts, glistening from his mouth. He reached down to kiss them one after the other, sucking in time with his pulsing fingers.
She made another noise, and he shifted position enough to cover her mouth with his. Capturing the sound of her pleasure and taking it into himself. Their tongues tangled, desperation growing. He was rocking against her, and she was driving her hips up harder, faster, and together they were one minute away from—
Laurel arched under him, body tightening, her moans and little cries escalating in volume as she came.
No way on earth he could stay in control after that.
He pressed his aching cock against her one last time and lost it. Pressure shot from him in a rush, light bursting behind his eyes. He rocked even as he pressed his fingers as deep as possible, Laurel’s pussy gripping him tightly in the aftershocks of her climax.
Softer now. Slower, taking her down gently. He kissed her. On the mouth, on the cheek. Over eyelids that fluttered closed a second before she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
She was twirling her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, and it felt so perfect to lie there wrapped up with her, his hand still between her legs.
“Wow. That was the best swing I’ve ever had,” Laurel offered.
He laughed. He was going home with sticky, wet underwear, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy. “I told you I knew what I was doing.”
“Never had any doubts,” she promised, stroking the side of his face as she examined him closely. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
“About what?”
She glanced down his body. “About that.”
Ha. “Oh,that. You did enough already.”
Confusion covered her expression for a moment before her eyes widened. “Oh.”
He snickered. “You’re killing me here, Sitko. Did you not notice I kind of lost control?”
A slightly bemused smile twisted the corners of her mouth. “I must have been busy at the time.”
“You need to learn to multitask.”
She wiggled up on her elbows, not one bit shy about her bare breasts. “I promise I won’t let that happen again.”
“What? Me getting so excited about touching you that I come?” He shook his head. “Don’t think that’s a thing you can make any promises about.”
“I want you to have a good time too.”
“Trust me, I did.”
He trailed his fingers down her body, astonished that he was there with her. That he had the privilege of touching her and making her lose herself in pleasure.
It was a privilege, and more, and he certainly didn’t want her getting distracted by things that didn’t matter in the big scheme of things.
And as tempting as it was to take her home and start all over, going even farther the next time, that whole going-slow thing had a purpose.
He slipped her bra back into position carefully, taking his time and touching as much as he wanted. “It’s gonna be pretty busy around here for the next week,” he warned. “Gabe has a ton for me to get caught up on since he’s been managing things with hired help all summer. And after that we’ll be haying, judging from the fields I spotted while we were out riding today.”
