Page 61 of Beastly Mountain Man

“I will.”

The rhythm stayed steady.

Her breathing changed.

One hand slid around the back of my neck.

“Kiss me.”

I did.

Her mouth opened beneath mine while pleasure built through her.

“Lucky, I’m close.”

“I know.”

“Don’t change it.”

“I won’t.”

Her toes curled against the tile. Her legs trembled, and a sharp cry left her as the orgasm rolled through her.

I kept the same pressure until she caught my wrist.

“Enough.”

I stopped.

Caprice sagged against me, breathing hard.

Then she laughed.

I kissed her cheek.

“What?”

“I like saying that.”

“Enough?”

“Yes.”

“I like hearing it.”

She turned her face and kissed me.

“I’m not done.”

My cock throbbed between us.

“I noticed.”

Caprice looked at the bench, then at me.

“This is where our height difference becomes a structural problem.”

I laughed.