Page 25 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
“You still feel a little tight. Maybe we should try a twist,” he says, and I can barely follow his words.
I let him move me the way that he wants and I end up with my legs wrapped around his. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him like a horny koala.
I’m panting, my body burning for a release as Amos holds himself still above me.
“How does that feel?” he asks, and I want to scream at him.
How can he be so calm when all I can think about is coming all over his cock.
“Could be better,” I say and he chuckles.
He rests his elbows next to my shoulders and his strong hands cradle the back of my head, his fingers getting tangled in my hair as he tips my head back. He pulls me against him, nipping my bottom lip. I gasp and he uses the opening to push his tongue past my lips to tangle with mine.
Just like last night, it feels like I’m being plugged into a socket. My nipples pebble and I rub my breasts against his firm chest. Amos growls against my lips, the sound driving my desire higher and I gasp as I feel the vibrations against my body.
Amos’s grip in my hair tightens and he pulls my head farther back, giving himself access to my neck. My back arches, my tits rubbing against his chest as he licks and nips his way down the column of my neck.
“I want you,” Amos mumbles against my skin and I shiver.
My breasts feel heavy and there’s an ache between my legs that I can’t seem to ease, no matter how tightly I press my thighs together.
“Then take me,” I practically cry as my arms twine around his neck.
He starts to move then and it’s everything that I need. His hands are running over me and I moan and arch into them, nerve endings all over my body coming to life as my clit perks up, eager for attention.
His lips wrap around the stiff peak of my nipple and I cry out, arching into him farther in an attempt to get him to take more into his mouth. His tongue teases the sensitive bud and heat pools between my thighs.
“Fuck, I love your body,” he groans against the swell of one breast.
I can only moan as he kisses his way to the other one, taking that nipple into his mouth to tease it with his tongue. He licks and sucks until they’re red and puffy. They’re wet from his mouth and I can see that my chest is flushed a rosy pink.
I grab his arm, dragging him up my body and then pulling him down until his mouth meets mine. I kiss him hard, urging him to move fast, to take me harder.
When I start to shift under him, he takes my cue and begins to move. He’s slow at first, letting me get used to the new sensations. When I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass and urging him to go faster, harder.
I gasp when he gives me what I want, pounding into me as his fingers dig into my ass. My arms wrap around his neck and I hold on to him as that familiar pulsing feeling starts to grow inside of me.
“Amos, Amos, Amos,” I chant as he angles my hips up so that he can brush against my clit with each pass.
The wood porch creaks as he starts to pound into me and we slip a little on the yoga mat. I had almost forgotten where we were. I was so wrapped up in Amos that he could be fucking me in the middle of Times Square right now and I wouldn’t have cared. I just need to come. I just need him.
Tingles start to grow stronger and my hands slip to his shoulders, my short nails digging into his muscles as I start to splinter apart around him.
“Yes! Amos!” I scream as I come.
My cries scare some birds from the nearby trees. My back arching and my legs tightening around his hips as I come all over his cock.
Amos’s hips piston into me as he swells and starts to come. His body shakes as his release splashes inside of me.
“Camden,” he groans against my neck as his release subsides.
We’re both breathing hard as Amos pulls out of me slowly and then collapses next to me on the mat. When I’ve finally come back down, I roll onto my side, giving him a love-drunk grin.
“I guess that was pretty good. I haven’t done yoga in a while but I think if we practiced, we’d both be more flexible soon. It will be better next time,” I say, drawing the words out dramatically.
Amos gives me a dry look, his lips tipping up at the corners.
“I’m sure you tried your best,” I say dramatically as I roll onto my back.
