Page 64 of Beastly Mountain Man

Caprice smiled against my mouth.

“Keep moving.”

I recovered the pace.

She touched herself while I fucked her, changing the pressure exactly the way she needed without hesitating or asking whether I minded.

The sight of it almost finished me.

“Right there,” she said. “Keep that angle.”

I braced one hand against the wall and gave her the same stroke again.

And again.

Her voice grew louder.

Her thighs tightened around me.

“Lucky—”

“I’m here.”

“Don’t slow down.”

“I won’t.”

She came with a cry against my shoulder.

Her body tightened around me, then softened as she worked herself through the last of it.

I was hanging on by almost nothing.

“Caprice, I’m close.”

She lifted her head.

“Come inside me.”

One more hard thrust broke the last of my control.

Pleasure hit fast and deep. My thighs locked, my breath broke, and I came inside her with a rough sound I couldn’t have swallowed if I tried.

For several seconds I stayed exactly where I was, holding her and breathing.

Caprice’s arms remained around my neck.

Water ran over my shoulders.

Somewhere outside the bathroom, Bear scratched once at the door.

Caprice started laughing against me.

“What?”

“We have a chaperone.”

“He’s probably lying in the hallway.”