Page 13 of Secrets on the Mountain

Those are the last words I hear from him for a while. Two thick fingers slide in and out while his mouth goes to work on my clit.

It's a good thing I have a grip on him--the feel of his hair caught between my fingers, the rough grip his free hand has on my ass as he uses it to pull my body closer and keep it sealed to his mouth, the solid resistance of his neck between my thighs when I involuntarily squeeze them together so tight that I'd be worried about suffocating him if I could think at all-- or I'd be convinced this was just another dream.

I come much faster than either of us expected and harder than I have in any of the last five years that I've been taking care of myself.

"That was fast, baby girl," Cane coos reverently as he peppers soft kisses along the insides of my quivering thighs. "I thought you'd make me work harder."

"I'm thirty now," I point out with a little laugh at myself.

"Thirty is a magic number?" Cane's kisses are beginning to linger, as if he can sense my body waking up to his touches all over again.

"Apparently women hit their sexual prime in our thirties."

The conversation is still light-hearted, with Cane working his way back up my body between slow kisses and tender caresses, but there's tension behind his tone as he jokes with me.

"So you come that hard with everyone now, then?"

"I wouldn't know, Cane," I take his hand, looping my fingers around his and letting him easily pin my arm to the pillow beside my head.

My voice loses the playful tone I've been trying to keep up this whole time, and maybe it's too soon to show my cards and I'll just end up heartbroken and angry about it tomorrow, but if we're doing this tonight it's only fair to be honest.

"You're still the only man I've ever been with."

With that confession, Cane's fingers tighten on mine, his warm caramel gaze going dark as he stares back at me while he puts together what I mean.

In seconds, he's finished peeling his jeans and boxers off. They land on the floor somewhere outside the circle of dim light and then he's between my legs again.

This time, with his hips holding my thighs apart, one hand gripping his own length firmly as he slides the slick tip of his dick through my own wetness before pausing just shy of pressing inside me.

"There's not a condom in this whole damn house, Junie-bee," he tells me, his voice ragged and coarse, "because I haven't been with anyone since you either."

He pushes in by millimeters, like he's trying to finish this conversation but can't quite hold himself back.

I don't want him to. I widen my thighs, lifting my knees, and tilting up to beg him further inside me.

"...and I hope you're not on birth control, because I plan to fuck another baby into you tonight and this time, I'm not going to miss a minute of it."

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Hurricane

It takes every ounce of control I have to give her time to stop me.

There's still some part of my brain that's working right, screaming something about good ideas and too soon and taking time, but that voice is small and far away and not making a whole lot of sense right at this moment.

At this moment, the only thing that makes any sense at all is the primal part of me that's screaming to take this woman, mark her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way.

Thank God, Junie doesn't try to talk any sense into the caveman that's taken over me, I'm not sure he'd listen.

Instead, she writhes underneath me, clutching at my sides and whimpering as I enter her slowly, savoring every inch of her as her interior walls are forced to make room for my intrusion.

"Hurricane." Junie's whimpers become insistent little mewls under me. "Don't tease."

"Baby, you're still so tight--" I push in farther, savoring the feel of her sealing around my hard cock with every inch I get deeper, "--I have to take this slow or I'm going to explode."

But she's not paying attention to my words anymore. June's eyes have closed, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, and her fingernails dug deep in my back as she rises up to meet me and takes me all the way in.

Feeling June's sweet little pussy hugging my cock is more than I can handle.

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