Page 263 of Mountain Men Heroes

Gabriella

Mac gave me no time to change my mind. Not that I wanted to. His lips landed on mine and he kissed me with a fierceness that left me breathless and panting for more.

He shifted me on his lap so instead of cradling me against him, I now sat astride him, my knees around his hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tunneled my hands into his hair, holding on as I leaned in to kiss him.

Beneath me, I felt his hard cock ready and fighting to be free of his sweatpants.

His mouth met mine, his tongue plunging inside to tease and taste me. The feeling of his tongue sliding against mine made my hips buck.

Mac's hands slid down my back. He left one arm in place, bracing me and keeping me safe in his arms. The other hand moved to the hem of my camisole and underneath. He skimmed his hand up the bare skin of my back and I moaned into his mouth. The hand bracing my back moved up to cup my shoulder. He used the pressure to push me harder into his lap, and I could feel his erection pressing through his sweats and against the thin material of my pajama shorts.

I rocked my hips, searching for and finding the friction I needed. I dragged my sex over his hardness as I continued to feed on his mouth.

His hand under my top slid around, moving up my ribcage and up farther to cup my breast. He gave it a light squeeze and my nipple rose up hard against his palm. He rewarded it by taking it between two fingers and rolling it in the same rhythm as the rocking motion of my hips.

I tore my mouth from his and sensation assailed me from every direction.

"Mac." His name escaped me on a long moan and my head fell back. He leaned forward and trailed his way down the line of my neck with his tongue. When he got to my collarbone, he scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin, once and then again, driving me to push harder against his cock as I slid my covered center over it.

"So beautiful, baby," Mac breathed against my skin. He slid both hands to the hem of my top. I sat up straight in his lap and helped him to strip it off of me. He dropped it to the floor and then I was sitting topless in his lap, the points of my breasts almost directly in front of his face.

With his hands on my hips, he coaxed me to pick up the speed of my rocking motions. At the same time, he leaned forward and took a nipple between his warm lips, and sucked deep.

My already responsive breasts had become even more sensitive with my pregnancy. When his teeth scraped over my nipple, I arched against him with a loud cry. He continued to suck and lick the over-sensitized nub until I was all but incoherent, and then he moved to my other breast.

"Mac, Mac, oh, God." His name became a chant as I got lost in my pleasure. His hands slid to the waistband of my shorts and he started sliding them down. It took some maneuvering but I managed to wiggle them down, and then standing over his lap, I urged him to strip them off me completely.

He tugged me back down, but before I landed in his lap, I grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt. I yanked it up and in one quick motion pulled it off him and tossed it on the floor away from the fire and the candles.

Then I was sliding naked into his lap. The sweet friction of the sprinkling of hair on his chest against my skin felt so incredible my teeth started to chatter and I trembled a little as I landed fully on top of him.

Mac took advantage of having me naked in his lap. His hands skimmed over every inch of my skin, leaving my nerve-endings lapping at my skin like licks of flames in his wake.

I took advantage, too. I couldn't stop sliding my hands over the bare skin and hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. When my hands dipped lower, reaching for his waistband, he groaned and clutched me to him.

The brush of my nipples against his chest was almost enough to shoot me straight up off his lap. Each sensation came more intense than the last. I worked my fingers furiously, now desperate to free the long length of his cock.

His hands came up and he assisted me, moving my hands away and making quick work of removing every last barrier between us. He lifted his ass so he could slide his pants down completely, the movement forcing my dripping pussy against his cock.

I think we moth groaned at the contact.

In seconds, he was free, his pants pushed down far enough so that I could find out something new about the man I’d been living with the last month.

“You go commando,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that before. I might have attacked you long before now.”

“And that would have been terrible,” he teased as his mouth claimed mine again.

“Horrible,” I agreed against his lips.

And now there was nothing between us. When I bucked my hips against him, the tip of his cock teased my entrance, my girl-cum smearing over his long hard shaft.

He groaned. “Baby, you’re killing me.” He gripped my hips and we both savored the moment before he entered me.

I held his eyes, shifted my hips up and forward until I could feel his tip at my entrance. I wrapped my arms around his neck, closed my eyes, and slowly slid my aching pussy over the hard length of his cock, taking him inside me at the same time I gave him something I’d never given another man—my trust.

When he was sheathed inside me to the hilt, I opened my eyes and met the fierce gaze of the man staring back at me. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to my body, and he never let go of my eyes as he used his hold to help ease me up until just his tip remained inside me. Then he slowly pulled me back down onto him until he filled me again.

He repeated the movement and I helped him. I used my arms braced on his shoulders and my knees dug in beside him to lift myself up and then ease back down. We kept the rhythm slow and easy, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his stare like a touch as clearly as I felt the glide of him deep inside my body.

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