Page 24 of Mountain Man's Naughty Elf
Before she could fully recover, I rose and shed my boxers, then moved up her body to kiss her again. She sighed against my mouth, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass.
Her small hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly. The sensation was almost too much after so long without a woman's touch.
I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes as I slowly pushed inside. The feeling was indescribable, and I had to pause halfway to keep from losing control.
"You okay?" I asked, voice strained.
She nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. "More than okay. Don't hold back."
I buried myself to the hilt with one smooth thrust, and we both groaned at the sensation. I held still, letting her adjust to my size, letting myself adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being inside her.
Then she rolled her hips, and all thought ceased.
I began to move, setting a rhythm that had her gasping with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist, changing the angle so I hit even deeper. Her nails scored my back, little pinpricks of pain that only heightened my pleasure.
"Harder," she urged, meeting each thrust with her own. "I won't break."
I growled low in my throat, increasing my pace, driving into her with abandon. The headboard knocked against the wall, the bed creaking beneath us, but I was beyond caring about anything except the woman beneath me, the way she tightened around me, the sounds she made as I took her.
I felt her starting to tense again, her inner walls fluttering around me. I slid a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb and circling it in time with my thrusts.
"Come for me again," I commanded, feeling my own release building. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her eyes flew open, locking with mine as her second orgasm hit her. This time she didn't cry out—she went silent, her mouth open in a soundless scream as her body convulsed around me. The sight of her coming undone, the rhythmic squeezing of her body around my length, pushed me over the edge.
I came with a hoarse shout, hips jerking as I emptied myself inside her. The world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.
Gradually, awareness returned. I was collapsed on top of her, probably crushing her with my weight. I started to move, but her arms tightened around me.
"Not yet," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Just stay for a minute."
I shifted enough to take some weight on my forearms, but remained inside her, our bodies still joined. Her hair was tangled around her face, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat.
We stayed like that until our breathing slowed and the sweat began to cool on our skin. Finally, I withdrew from her body and stretched out beside her on the bed.
I wasn't used to this—the aftermath, the vulnerability of lying naked beside someone I barely knew yet had just been as intimate with as two people could be.
Pepper, as always, broke the tension first. She propped herself up on one elbow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she looked down at me.
"So," she said conversationally, "is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
I blinked at her for a moment, then couldn't help it—I laughed. A real laugh, not the rusty chuckle she'd managed to coax out of me before, but a full-bodied sound that felt foreign to my ears.
She looked delighted. "He laughs! It's a miracle!"
I pulled her down for a kiss, still smiling against her lips. "You're ridiculous."
"Mmm, but you like it." She snuggled against my side, her head finding that perfect spot on my shoulder again.
I couldn't deny it. I did like it—liked her bright energy, her humor, the way she challenged me at every turn.
We lay in comfortable silence for a while, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. I twisted a strand of her soft hair around my finger, surprised by how something so simple could feel so intimate.
"I have an idea," I said suddenly, remembering the work I'd done outside.
"That sounds dangerous," she teased.
"Get dressed." I sat up, reaching for my discarded clothes. "I want to show you something."
