Page 10 of Tension with the Mountain Man
"You're incredible," he says, his eyes traveling over me with raw hunger.
He backs me toward the bed until my knees hit the mattress. I fall back and he follows, his weight pressing me into the sheets. When his mouth closes around my nipple, I arch up with a sharp cry.
"So sensitive," he murmurs, switching to the other breast while his hand slides between my thighs. "Already so wet for me."
His fingers find my clit, circling with just the right pressure. I'm embarrassingly close already when he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
"Tucker, oh God!"
"That's it. Come for me, Sally."
His thumb presses my clit while his fingers work inside me, and I shatter, clenching around his fingers as pleasure shoots through me. He doesn't let up, working me through it until I'm gasping and pushing at his shoulders.
"Need to taste you," he says, moving down my body.
His tongue replaces his fingers and I nearly jackknife off the bed. He pins my hips down, licking and sucking until I'm climbing again, impossibly fast.
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
He knows. He sucks my clit into his mouth while his fingers pump inside me, and I come again, harder this time, my thighs clamping around his head as I ride it out.
When he crawls back up my body, his cock brushes against me and we both groan.
"I need you inside me," I tell him, reaching between us to wrap my hand around him. He's thick and hard, and when I stroke him, his hips jerk.
"Condom?" he asks through gritted teeth.
"I'm on the pill. I'm clean."
"Me too. Fuck, Sally, are you sure?"
Instead of answering, I guide him to my entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching me, filling me completely. We both freeze when he's all the way in, adjusting to the intensity.
"You feel amazing," he breathes against my neck.
He starts moving, long deep strokes that hit every nerve ending. I wrap my legs around him, changing the angle so he hits deeper.
"Harder," I demand, raking my nails down his back.
He complies, picking up the pace, fucking me with an intensity that has the headboard hitting the wall. I'm making sounds I've never made before, completely lost in the sensation.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
I reach between us, circling my clit while he drives into me.
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm starting to falter. "Come for me, baby."
When I do, clenching hard around him, he follows immediately, groaning my name as he pulses inside me. We collapse together, sweaty and breathless.
"Jesus," I pant. "That was..."
"Yeah," he agrees, still buried inside me. "Give me ten minutes and we're doing that again."
He's true to his word. In no time, he has me on my hands and knees, one hand fisted in my hair while he takes me from behind, his other hand between my legs making me come so hard I nearly faint.
By the time we finally collapse back in bed as dawn breaks through the windows, I've lost count of my orgasms and every muscle in my body feels like jelly.
"Still scared?" he asks, pulling me against his chest.
