Page 35 of Mountain Impact

“I’ve got you,” he said.

“You certainly do. That was―” And then his mouth was on her. It turned him on to know she’d be able to taste herself in his kiss.

Drake was hard as a rock under his technical pants. He wanted to be inside her. But he wanted to see all of her first.

Still supporting her with one hand, he used his other hand to undo the buttons on her blouse until he could slide it off her shoulders. This time he didn’t stop to admire the lacy bra―he wanted a look at what was underneath. He unhooked it quickly, tossing it behind them.

Her breasts were magnificent―as amazing as he remembered them, but even better now that he could see them properly. He was never turning the lights off again. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze.

He looked into Isolde’s eyes and caught the uncertainty in her gaze. She no longer looked as sated and relaxed as she had been just seconds earlier.

“My breasts are―”

“Fucking perfect,” he finished for her.

She shrugged gently, but something was still concerning her.

“What’s wrong, Isolde? Tell me.”

“You’re too dressed,” she said.

If that’s what’s bothering her, I can fix that.

Drake took off his polo shirt quickly. His belt buckle was already undone, so he made quick work of pulling off his pants and boxer shorts. In an instant, he was standing naked in front of her.

“I want to make you come again,” he said. His finger went to her folds, finding her wet for him.

“Together,” she whispered. Her hand wrapped itself against her cock. Drake shook. He wasn’t going to make it very far like that.

Thankfully he’d remembered to take a condom from his pocket―he rolled it off quickly and matter-of-factly on his cock, enjoying the way she watched.

He lifted her easily onto his hips, holding on to her ass with his hands. His eyes targeted on the empty wall in front of them―he was going to take her against the wall and―

Suddenly, he realized she was squirming in his arms.

“Put me down,” she said. “I’m too heavy.”

Drake stopped where he was.

Fuck the wall.

He’d show her he didn’t need the wall for what he wanted to do to her.

“No,” he said.

He’d never found a better use for his strength than this. Looking straight into her eyes, he lifted her higher up. He lined her right against his cock and slowly―ever so slowly―pushed her down onto his erection.

She gasped, and her body tensed at the intrusion. He gave her time to adjust until she started moving against him.

“You okay?” he said.

“Mmmm … I want more.”

More he could do. Drake lifted her gently up and down on his cock, the connection so intense he had to slow down or stop several times.

“More,” she demanded.

“If I give you more, I’ll come.”