Page 36 of Mountain Struggle

“Come with me to the studio,” she said, taking his hand and tugging on it.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I lied this morning when I told you I was going to back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Her eyes twinkled. “I’d like to show you some of the things I was thinking about.”

Damien nearly stumbled in his haste to follow her. All the blood in his brain flew south—he felt himself grow uncomfortably large.

They crossed the yard to her studio. He placed the monitor on her desk so they’d hear it immediately if Jamie woke up.

Tess left the main light off but turned on the string lights instead, which bathed the room in the softest glow. She closed the curtains before moving to stand in front of him.

“So …” he said.

“Take your clothes off,” she demanded.

He smiled cockily and pulled off his navy blue polo shirt. He couldn’t avoid clenching his stomach muscles as he did so, delighting in her gasp. “Is that what you were thinking about this morning?”

“Keep going,” she said. “And I’ll show you what I was thinking about.”

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Tess

Perhaps it was simply that they were on her turf now, or that the pressure of their first time together had disappeared, or just the fact that she knew intuitively that she could trust Damien with all her desires. Whichever it was—or maybe a combination of all three—one thing was clear: she’d never felt so sexy before.

She ran her hand along his broad chest, stopping to tweak his nipple the way she hoped he’d be doing to her soon.

In a matter of seconds, Damien was naked in front of her. His cock was as big as she remembered from the previous night—it stood out long and proud.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he grumbled, and his voice sent a rush of warmth through her core.

She took off her top and her shorts, standing in front of him in her favorite matching bra and knickers.

“Take those off. I want to see all of you.”

She was happy she’d taken the time to wax in town just earlier that week—the fortune she’d spent at the beauty parlor seemed totally worth it now.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said through clenched teeth. He reached out to touch her, but she moved out of her reach, going to her knees in front of him. She wanted to taste him, and realized there was no reason she should deny herself.

She licked down his smooth, hard length, delighting in his clean, manly smell and taste. Finally, she opened her mouth to take him in.

Damien groaned. His hands went to her hair, and she could feel how much it cost him to stay still and let her lead.

She took her sweet time, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth and using her hand to create the illusion that he was fully inside her.

“Oh my God, Tess. You’re going to have to stop that now if you don’t want me to embarrass myself.”

She pulled off his cock and looked up at him.

“What if I want you to come in my mouth?” she asked.

“I’d like that,” he said, pulling her gently back up to her feet, “next time. Now, I want to be inside you.”

He picked her up before she had a chance to argue—she grabbed on to his thick, powerful arms to steady herself.

“Tell me you have a condom,” he said, suddenly.

“Next to my bed. They’re English condoms. Stronger than what you can buy here in France.”