Page 40 of Mountain Security

Then he was back in place on top of her. He felt for her, glad to find her wet and ready for him.

Yes.

Her warmth beckoned.

He parted her lips and pushed inside, moving slowly, watching her eyes as he did so. Her sheath hugged his cock, the fit even tighter than he’d imagined. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.

He bottomed inside her and stopped, his forehead coming to rest on hers.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“You feel incredible,” she said. Her inner muscles tightened as she spoke, making his cock jump.

“God. You’re going to make me come in seconds if you keep this up.”

“That’s okay,” she said. “I already came, and we can do it again later.”

For the first time in his life, Alex laughed during sex.

“I want us to come together,” he said. He stayed still a few seconds longer, then, when he figured he’d recovered enough control, began moving in and out of her tight pussy.

Yvette’s hands curled around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Fuck.

He flexed his hips in a small, steady rotation, his pubic bone pressing against hers.

Yvette’s lips went round. “What—Oh.”

Ohsounded about right.

Yvette’s breathing grew ragged. She made small, delicate mewling sounds. Alex kissed her, wanting to swallow each and every sound she made.

Finally, she whimpered. “I need … I need …”

“Tell me what you need, Yvette.”

“I need to come. Touch my clit, please.”

His hand came between them. He felt his own thick cock as it disappeared inside her tight body. It was almost enough to make him come.

Not yet.

Breathe.

His fingers found her clit. He gathered some moisture and rubbed at it, teasing it out of its little hood.

“Yes! Yes!” Yvette shouted.

Alex picked up the pace, pistoning in and out of her body and caressing her clit at the same time.

She came instants before he did. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully around his cock, driving him right over the edge. He groaned, spilling himself into the condom for what felt like forever.

“Oh my God,” Yvette said. She seemed to realize, suddenly, that her hands were still gripping him, and released him. “Sorry.”

“No sorry,” he said, still unable to articulate a more complete thought.

“That was the best of all worlds,” she said.

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