Page 44 of Mountain Void

“I’m not hurting you?” he managed.

Her teeth bit into her upper lip. “More, Lorenz. Please.”

He shifted forward, one inch at a time, until he was—finally—fully sheathed inside her.

Yes.

Home.

Again, that word. Nothing—nowhere—had felt like home since he’d lost her. Being inside her was heaven. Pure, absolute heaven. And he hadn’t even moved yet. Lorenz groaned. It was also hell. Because this was home, and it was going to hurt so much when she left, but he knew there was no way to turn the clock back, and nothing he could do to convince her to take him back.

“Lorenz?” Her eyes, still glazed with desire, shone also with concern.

He pushed the unsteady thought to the back of his mind.

Later, he would have time to think about it. For now, he just wanted to feel her. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, feeding her inch after inch, loving the way her eyes widened.

“Right there,” she gasped. “You’re hitting something … so good.”

Better than good. Her tight pussy hugged his cock in the most incredible way. He wondered what it would feel like without a condom. But that wasn’t something he had a right to wonder.

He spread his hands under her ass, kneading as he held her, and she moaned into his ear. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

He found his rhythm, lifting and lowering her onto his cock, staring right into her eyes as he did so. Eventually, when he was starting to think he couldn’t last much longer, her muscles tensed. “I’m going to come,” she warned, instants before her pussy started squeezing.

Yes.

He waited, wanting her to ride out the orgasm, then eventually allowed himself to spill, sinking himself balls-deep inside her.

Yes.

He stiffened his knees as her body sagged against him.

“You know, there’s a bed right there,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He carefully extricated his body from hers and carried her to bed, taking off her heels and covering her with the duvet. By the time he got rid of the condom and got into bed beside her, she was already asleep. He figured he’d be awake for a long time, but it was only moments before he joined her.

Charlie

Charlie awoke slowly, her body still humming. Once again, Lorenz had rocked her world. Or rather, they’d rocked each other’s world. Because he’d come as hard as she had.

She turned to look at him. He was lying on his side, his chest rising and falling gently. His arm shifted, pulling off the sheet, revealing more of his chest, all the way to his taut, muscular belly and the soft patch of hair that she knew led to his cock.

God, his cock.

When they’d first met, she’d been too inexperienced to realize how big his cock was and, more importantly, just how well he knew how to use it. She’d assumed it was normal, the way Lorenz made sure she always found her pleasure before he did. Now she knew better than to make such assumptions.

And to be honest, even with him, sex had never been like this before. Her younger self had loved sex with Lorenz, but she couldn’t remember feeling what she’d felt last night, that burst of desire so intense it threatened to combust her.

His eyes opened. Enough light poured in that she could make out the bright green in his irises.

“What are you thinking?” he finally asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer.

This—this was the other thing she’d missed. His attention, his focus. The way he always made her feel so heard.

He rose on one elbow, his gaze growing concerned.

“Hey. What’s going on, honey?” His hand grazed the back of her arm, and she found herself arching into even this light touch.