Page 30 of Mountain Struggle

Then her hands moved to the front of his belt, and he lost all ability to think. His hands moved down to help her, and soon he was standing naked in front of her, his cock growing impossibly large at her perusal.

Something shone in her eyes for a moment, then was gone, but he was watching her too carefully not to recognize it for what it was: uncertainty.

Even as his traitorous body rebelled—his cock wanted closer to her, wanted to be inside her—he held himself at arm’s length from her.

“Tess? What is it? You know you can tell me anything, right? Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head firmly.

“Stop being so careful with me. I just … you’re very large … but I’m sure you’ll—”

He smiled. “I’ll fit, Tess, believe me.”

He held out a hand to her, and she melted into his embrace. His mouth sought hers, kissed a trail from her lips, all the way down her neck. He moved the bra strap out of the way so he could continue kissing down her body.

Tess’s little moan went right to his lower belly.

While he continued kissing her collar-bone, his hands caressed the soft skin of her back. He found the hook of her bra and gently unclasped it, freeing her breasts and exposing them.

Her nipples stood erect, the tips dark pink.

Damien’s throat went dry.

Then his mouth was on her breasts—feasting on one, then the other, greedily—driven on by her little moans.

“More, Damien, more,” she whispered, her hands reaching up to hold his short-cropped hair.

Damien worried he might never recover control after this, but it was a faraway concern.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, leaving the bra lying where their bodies had stood moments earlier. He dropped her body unceremoniously on the duvet, admiring the contrast between her creamy skin and the navy surface of his bed.

I’ll never be able to look at my bed and not see you here.

The thought was gone as quickly as it’d come.

She flicked her long blond hair out of her face and propped herself up on her elbows.

“I like looking at you,” she said.

Damien laughed. “And I like looking at you.” He kneeled on the bed, approaching her. “How did you know green is my favorite color?” he asked. He pulled it down gently, not wanting to rip the fine material.

“It’s okay. You won’t hurt me.”

Finally, they were both naked. He held her to him, marveling at the way their bodies fit together.

Damien groaned as Tess wrapped her legs around him, bringing his hard length flush against her—right where he needed to be.

He moved his hand between them so he could stroke her gently. She was wet already so his finger slipped in easily.

God, she’s tight.

His thumb found her clit and stroked the little nub once, twice, delighting in the little cries that let him know just how she liked to be touched.

His free hand found her breast, tweaking first one nipple and then another between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arched against him, giving him even better access.

His finger continued his ruthless, gentle assault. He added a second finger to the first, stretching her. Her breaths grew shallow.

“More,” she panted. He was only too happy to oblige. And then she was coming apart in his arms. Her sex throbbed against his fingers. He swallowed hard, wishing it was his cock inside her.