Page 41 of Saved By the Mountain Man

“Oh fuck, Rae,” he groaned. But he pulled out, slipping out of my mouth.

“Not yet,” he gasped. “Not yet.”

He took my hand, pulled me up, kissed me again. His tongue was in my mouth, tasting me, and he pulled me tightly against him. His cock grinded against my stomach, and his hand slid onto my breast. The other tugged up my shirt.

He walked me backward to the bed, and I sat down on the mattress. Tanner pulled up my shirt, breaking the kiss just for the few seconds it took to undress me, and then kissed me again. His fingers popped open the clasp on my bra, and he peeled it off.

His eyes roamed over my body, lips slightly parted. The intensity of his gaze darkened, full of fire.

I lifted my ass, and he pushed down my jeans, my panties, leaving me naked. Breathing hard, I watched him study my body, his gaze a physical touch.

His head dropped, lips pressing against my neck, my collarbone, moving down to my breasts, cupping them in his hands as his tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other. The sensation of his mouth sucking hard, teeth grazing, made me cry out.

My body trembled with need, dripping wet, as he gave me what I craved.

He continued, kissing his way down my stomach, parting my legs. Teeth nipped at the inside of my thighs, paired with soft kisses and licks. When his tongue traced from the bottom of my slit to the top, I moaned loudly, and he chuckled.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” he whispered.

He slipped his fingers inside me, and his tongue flicked over my clit. The double assault had me gasping and moaning and begging for more.

The pressure was building, the release coiling inside me. My orgasm was so close, right there. Then he stopped.

“No,” I cried out, desperate.

“I want you.”

I nodded, wordlessly. I watched as he pulled away, rolled a condom over his length, moved back over me. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, positioning himself at my entrance. He slid inside, and I cried out. He was so deep, stretching me.

He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. His cock was big, and I felt full, my body stretching to accommodate him.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered.

I moaned.

He fucked me, thrusting into me. My body tensed. The pleasure surged, higher and higher; I cried out when thepressure burst. My body tightened as the orgasm ripped through me, almost violent in its intensity.

Tanner groaned, slowing down.

“Fuck it, Rae, you’re going to make me come before I’m done with you.”

I gasped, moaning in response, unable to think about anything other than the pleasure Tanner brought on. It was just me and him, and nothing else mattered. He was here, making me feel exactly what he always had, showing me his words had meant nothing.

As the waves of my orgasm subsided, he gently lowered my leg, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With his hands planted on either side of my head, his muscular arms and shoulders bulged, as he began to buck his hips. Each slow, deliberate thrust teased me, coaxing me slowly toward another orgasm.

He hit all the right spots, and his motion made me ache for another release.

“Tanner,” I moaned.

“What?” His eyes were on mine, a mischievous grin stretching over his features.

“Please,” I begged. My orgasm was on the edge, but with this pace, he wouldn’t let me topple over.

He chuckled at my begging and lowered his body so that he rested on his elbows, the length of his body pressing me into the mattress. He picked up his pace, his cock drilling into me harder and faster. I cried out, and it didn’t take long for me to come again.

“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted, the tension snapping and pleasure rolling through me.

When I came down a second time, Tanner’s face was a picture of satisfaction.

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