Page 30 of Recklessly in Love

I chuckle and press a kiss to her temple. “Only for you, baby,” I murmur in her ear. I feel her shiver, and I smile against her cheek. “Remember what you asked me about my mountain man life?”

I see the moment she remembers as she slowly turns her head and looks at me like I’m crazy. “We are not swimming in that naked. It’s freezing!”

A mischievous grin spreads across my face. “Just for a minute. I dare you.”

Her eyes spark with challenge. “How about we have sex on that rock instead?” She gestures with her chin toward a large, flat rock that’s bare of snow. Presumably, that melted off under the midday sunlight that’s hitting it. “That’ll warm us up.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I thought you said it was too cold?”

She shrugs, already pulling off her pink gloves. “In the water, sure. And skinny dipping is so cliché. I bet you’ve never fucked by a lake, mountain man.”

“And you have, city girl?” I taunt back.

She reaches down and feels the front of my dark blue snow pants. “Not yet. Worried someone will catch us?”

A thrill shoots through me at the idea of someone happening along while I’ve got this woman panting under me, screaming my name. “Nope. Just worried I can’t get my dick out of my pants fast enough.”

She grins and pulls me along before unbuttoning her snow pants and pulling them down with her leggings. With both around her ankles, she bends over, planting her hands firmly on the rock, her sex glistening in the sunlight like the gates to heaven.

I drop my pack, and I’ve never pulled my pants down faster. Within seconds I’ve shoved my now rock-hard cock into her soft, slick waiting flesh. The way she’s bent causes me to slide all the way home with no effort at all, and her wet heat around me sends a surge of blood to my dick that nearly knocks me unconscious.

She groans at our joining, and the sound brings me back to earth. And then she starts to move, and my senses snap into focus as I watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over.

Fuck, this woman.

I stand there for another moment longer while she fucks me before I grab her by the hips and take control.

I slam into her hard, pounding and fucking and taking until she’s limp in my arms, until I’m holding her up by her hips as I unleash myself on her, driving into her over and over as indecipherable noises tumble out of her mouth, as my balls tighten and heat spreads through me.

I feel her walls flutter around my dick, and I sink in deep, wrapping an arm around her to tease her clit while I tilt my hips over her to rub her deep inner wall. It triggers her climax, and her inner muscles strangle my cock, wringing my orgasm out of me all at once as I empty into her, hot and hard.

As she convulses in my arms, as I come inside her, I walk through the gates to heaven, and the feeling of bliss spreads through every cell in my body.

Our knees give way simultaneously, pitching us into a crouched heap on the ice-cold rock. The frigid surface is a welcome contrast to the heat radiating from our still-joined bodies.

“I think they call this position ‘make a child pose’,” Joanie jokes from under me in a sultry, sex-saturated voice.

I stroke a hand down her side and laugh because she’s not wrong. With her head resting on the rock and her arms splayed in front of her while I’m still buried in her from behind … it’s like the bastard Kama Sutra-Yoga baby of doggy style and child’s pose.

And when Joanie lets her chest sink down, her ass tilts up ever so slightly, causing my slippery cock to slide in deeper.

“Fuck,” I grunt at the unexpected friction. “That’s … holy shit.”

Joanie giggles and flexes her hips. And holy. Fucking. Shit. My flagging cock starts to harden again.

“You like that?” she asks sensually. But I know she can feel me getting hard again, so I don’t answer.

Instead, I press my chest into her back, letting my dick slide through her folds, teasing her sensitive labia. She groans under me. “As much as you like that,” I finally murmur in her ear. “God, I love fucking you, Joanie.” She trembles beneath me, and it eggs me on. “I love feeling you surrender that pussy to me.” Her breaths turn short and sharp, and she tilts her pelvis frantically. “You want me to keep fucking that beautiful, tight pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” she breathes. “Fuck it, baby.”

A bolt of lust shoots through me, and I’m fully hard once more. So I do exactly as she asks, fucking her with sharp, shallow tilts of my hips that I know are hitting her G-spot based on her rapid breathing and hungry cunt that sucks me in with every thrust. Something about the position, about her clear surrender, undoes me on a level more primal than I’ve ever felt.

And I unleash. Hard then deep, soft then shallow, fast then slow; I lose myself to how she feels, how my body responds to hers, to the dirty words she inspires me to growl in her ear as our bodies realign on a level I didn’t even know existed until all that I am is hers, and all that she is is mine. Until my world shrinks to one woman, this woman, and my heart expands with the understanding that she has offered herself to me in a way I don’t think she’s ever offered herself to anyone; a way beyond sex, even though it’s the language our bodies seem to understand each other best.

So I say everything I’m feeling by worshipping her with pleasure. I offer myself as a partner who can speak the language she understands. The language of her body. Of our bodies, entwined. And as she convulses underneath me, gasping my name over and over, as I explode once more inside her, I know when all the pieces of me come back together, they’ll be rearranged.

And they will all be hers.

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