Page 67 of Saved By the Mountain Man

The pleasure of his hands.

His lips on mine.

His cock buried deep inside me.

Tanner pushed me gently onto my back and climbed over me, his body covering mine. He kissed me, and I spread my legs to accommodate him.

He slipped his hand into my jeans between us, and he teased the outside of my pussy lips. When he dipped his fingers inside, I groaned.

Tanner smiled and kissed me.

He fingered me.

My jeans were restricting, making it harder for him to move, so I undid them and pushed them down. Tanner rolled away and helped me wriggle out of them. When he’d tossed them aside, he pulled down my panties, too.

“We won’t be needing these,” he said in a smooth, velvety voice, and I shivered.

His fingers slid between my legs again, and he found my clit. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed circles over it, and I cried out and squirmed on the bed. The pleasure was incredible. My body seemed to be more sensitive with all the hormones coursing through it now, and his touch was electric.

Or maybe it was just the way we fit together and that our connection was incredible, making everything that much more intense.

That much more perfect.

When I was close to the edge, Tanner slid his fingers inside me, keeping me from toppling into an orgasm. I moaned as he pumped his fingers. In and out, each movement deliberate. The feeling of his thick, strong fingers fucking me sent waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help the moans.

Once Tanner was satisfied with how wet I was, he pulled his fingers out, leaned in and kissed me, his hands sliding up, pushing my shirt higher.

We broke the kiss only long enough to get my shirt and my bra off, leaving me naked before him.

I tugged at his shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

With a grin, Tanner helped me and pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredible muscular body. I’d been with him so many times, but the sight of him never failed to take my breath away.

I lightly scraped my nails over the individual muscles of his abs, and he grunted, his eyes locked on mine, lips parted.

He dipped his head and kissed me again. I pushed my hand into his jeans, unbuttoning them with my other hand. He sucked his breath through his teeth when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. A deep groan followed as I worked him.

I loved the way his eyes fluttered closed and his nostrils flared with each of my movements. His skin was silky and smooth, and I moved my hand deliberately, slowly, teasingly until he moaned and thrust his hips forward.

“You’re torturing me,” he growled.

“Maybe I want you to know how it feels.”

“It feels fucking incredible,” Tanner said, and his voice was hoarse and raw. “Please, let me have you. You have no idea how badly I want you.”

“I think I do,” I whispered.

But he wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t playing with me. Tanner meant it. He got up and pulled his jeans and jocks off, kicking them aside before he all but pounced on me on the bed.

His cock pressed insistently against my opening as his lips found mine again. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

I kissed him back, and his tip penetrated me.

We both groaned. I arched my back, pushing against him, inviting him deeper.

Tanner paused, concern flickering in his eyes. “You’re okay? This doesn’t hurt?”

I shook my head. “I’m okay, Tanner. This is okay.” I stroked my hand over his cheek, and he kissed me. “Just take me.”

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