Page 31 of Mountain Struggle

Finally, she lay limp and still. He caressed her face, her neck, her shoulder, avoiding her more erogenous zones for a moment.

“Damien … that was amazing,” she said.

“It was,” he agreed, taking in her blushing, sated expression.

He felt a moment of uncertainty.

He’d made her come—she looked happy. Maybe he should let her—

Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. “I think I could come again.”

“Is that so?” he asked. His hand went from her neck to her nipple, pinching it until she gave a little gasp.

“Please tell me you have a condom.”

He was already ahead of her there, his long arm reaching into the drawer next to his bed, where a box of condoms sat next to her book. He found what he was looking for and closed the drawer quickly—it was one thing to tell her he’d read her book, another thing for her to realize he kept it next to his bed.

He sheathed himself in one practiced move and lay on top of her. Her legs were open, her knees raised to give him better access.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said He’d felt how tight she was—it was going to be a tight fit, and he never wanted to hurt her.

“I trust you,” she whispered. He guided himself in until just the head of his cock was inside her, then pushed inside slowly—stretching her.

Tess’s forehead crinkled and her eyes closed. He stopped all movement. “Open your eyes, Tess, I want to make sure I’m not hurting you.”

When she opened her eyes, they were hooded with pleasure. “Keep going, Damien, or I’m the one who’s going to hurt you,” she said. Her hands tightened against his biceps, and he knew she’d feel his muscles straining to keep the weight of his upper body off her.

Finally he was fully sheathed inside her—the pleasure so strong he feared he might come before they’d even gotten started.

“God, you’re going to make me come,” he said through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“I don’t want you to come yet either,” she said, her expression solemn. “I want us to come together.”

Damien breathed in and out slowly, trying to relax—not a simple task with Tess’s small, clever hands running around his chest, his arms, his back.

Finally, when he thought he had enough control back, he started moving, the friction between them delicious. He pulled on one of her legs and she took the hint immediately, lifting both legs so they wrapped around his hips and crossing her ankles to hold herself in place.

The position gave him the perfect access. Damien found a rhythm and pounded into her.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

His climax was arriving fast—he was going to get there long before Tess if he didn’t get creative. Still pounding into her, he brought one hand between them—careful to hold his weight off her with his other arm, as he didn’t want to crush her—and rubbed her clit lightly in rhythm to his cock.

He felt her reach her peak an instant before he did—he felt her clench around his cock as he emptied himself inside the condom.

His forehead went down to meet hers.

“That was brilliant,” she said, smiling.

Indeed.

He didn’t want to move but knew that he had to. He sat up, disposed of the condom inside a Kleenex by his bedside table, then lay back down beside her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, roaming her naked form. She hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d left her.

“I need to pee,” she said.

He laughed, pointing her toward his bathroom, enjoying the view as she sauntered off.