Page 31 of Courage of the Mountain
“Heath,” I moan as he lifts my ass and then shoves me back down on his cock. He’s so thick, so freaking long and hard, stretching me painfully, deliciously with each stroke.
My lips meet his in a frantic kiss, his teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breath choppy and uneven as we get lost in our own rhythm. I snap my hips against his and bury my face into the side of his neck, unable to hold the weight of my head as a deep, drugging pleasure blankets and burns through me, destroying me in the best way possible.
“Jesus fucking Christ, this pussy is unreal,” he grits out.
He slides one hand up my back and fists my hair, pulling my head up and holding it in place while he devours me. Each time he hits the end of me, sparks erupt and singe my nerves. My body feels heavy, swollen, and sensitive, but my head feels like it might float away on a cloud of bliss.
I tear my mouth away from his, gulping down air while he fucks up into me in short, quick bursts. I match his movements as he spears me with his dick, over and over, breaking me apart one thrust at a time.
“Goddamn, look at us. Look at how well your tight little pussy takes my big cock.”
I tilt my head down, looking between us. A wave of juices pours out of me, covering his dick, and I whimper, loving the sight of him splitting me open.
“I can’t hold on,” I whisper, finally looking up at him. Heath’s eyes are black with lust and the need for release. “I-I can’t… I can’t…”
Something inside me snaps. I lift my hips and slam my cunt down on him, grinding and swiveling my hips, fucking him desperately, racing toward my end. I can’t stop. My body won’t let me. My hips refuse to slow down.
I hold myself up with one hand and weave the fingers of my other hand in Heath’s hair, gripping it and forcefully yanking his head up so I can kiss him. His body responds to my manic, all-consuming, obsessive need to fuck hard and fast.
I cling to him as tightly as he’s clinging to me, our bodies fusing, grinding, rubbing, causing sweet, white-hot friction to spark a fire that blazes through us both.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little girl, need you to come for me. Need it, fuck, please…” he half groans, half growls. Hearing this mountain of a man beg for me has my heart rattling around in my cage as lava floods my veins.
I need to come so badly that it scares me. I thought my last orgasm was the peak of pleasure, but the inferno threatening to swallow me whole right now is so much more intense. Flames lap at my nerves, liquid heat coursing through me, filling me up, then leaking out of my convulsing pussy.
“Let go, Lily. I’m here. I’ve got you,” Heath reassures me.
I make an undignified sound, then hold my breath, bracing myself for whatever lies on the other side of my release.
Heath bites my shoulder and hits the very end of me in one brutal thrust. Flames engulf my body, burning me up from the inside out as I come, crying out his name. Tears well up and spill out of my eyes while sweat drips down my skin.
It’s too much, yet not enough. I come again, but the ache doesn’t go away. Instead, it expands, seizing my lungs and heart, taking control of my limbs as I tremble violently. Heath holds me close, his hands roaming up and down my back, my ass, my thighs, pressing my body impossibly closer to his like he wants to feel my orgasm with me.
My pleasure spikes again, this time unleashing a tidal wave inside me. I’m embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can’t stop. Every ounce of strength is wrung from my bones as heaving sobs wrack my body.
“Shit, you’re squirting all over me. I feel it. Fuck, I feel it,” he grunts.
Heath holds me still as he erupts inside me. I feel his orgasm work its way through his body as he shudders against me. Thick ribbons of cum fill me and spill out, joining my release as it drips down my thighs and pools on the blanket beneath us.
I don’t know how long we’re both suspended in our combined ecstasy, but when I finally come back into my body, I’m curled into Heath’s side, my cheek pressed against his chest, right over his heart. I hear it thundering, his erratic heartbeat matching my own.
“Are you okay?” Heath murmurs, placing a sweet kiss on the crown of my head.
“Are you?”
“I’m great,” he smirks, cupping the back of my neck and drawing my face towards his. Our lips are an inch apart when he whispers, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I barely get the words out before he closes the distance between us. It's a slow, deep kiss, full of gratitude, love, and plans of forever. I somehow instinctively know we’ll always kiss like this when we’re done making love. This is his promise to me. His commitment. He’ll fuck me like we both need him to, but he’ll always treasure me.
I sigh contentedly when we break apart, then snuggle back into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. Heath rubs my back and nuzzles into the top of my head, breathing me in.
“Whatever happens next, love, I’ll be right by your side,” he murmurs. “I meant what I said earlier today about covering the cost of damages at the store. It kind of got pushed aside after everything with Hayden, but I need you to know I want this for us. I’ll support you in any way, financially or otherwise. Will you please let me?”
“How are you so perfect?” I say with a cheesy, contented smile.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” Heath replies, peering down at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it,” I tease. “It’s a lot to ask, you know. Spending my life in my dream house, running a bookstore during the day, and getting tangled up with the sexiest man alive every single night.”
