Page 18 of Mountain Challenge

Ry looked up, his shoulders impossibly wide between her legs. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His green eyes were dark with desire.

“I. Want. You. Inside. Me.” To make it even clearer for him, she scooted backwards onto the bed.

To his credit, Ry didn’t hesitate this time. He found his pants in record time and pulled out a condom. Isla stared, transfixed, as he quickly rolled it onto his thick cock.That has to be an extra-large condom. A sliver of worry hit her. She was small, and she’d always been told she was tight down there. What if?—

“You with me, Isla?” Ry asked. His erection stood long and proud, but he seemed in no rush to put it to use.

An earlier version of her might have tried to downplay her fears, but she was done hiding. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit,” she said, waiting for him to laugh.

Ry didn’t laugh. He sat on the bed beside her, caressing her gently, down her arm, to her waist, all the way down to the wolf on her hip—his touch strong and reassuring. “I’m not going to hurt you, Isla. It’ll fit—and if it doesn’t, we’ll find other things to do together that feel good.”

Okay.She hadn’t thought of it that way, but she could work with that.

“Okay.”

“Now relax for me, baby. Bring up your knees—just like that. Let me see that beautiful pink pussy again.”

A finger pushed inside her, incredibly gentle. And she was still worried, because that finger was nothing like his thick cock, but his touch fanned the flames inside her.

“Yes.”

The word pulled a smile from him. “Yes. So wet for me.” He positioned his body over hers, holding his weight off her with one elbow, while his other hand worked to open her up.

And oh, it felt good, that first graze of his cock against her clit. Good with a capital G.

He seemed to sense it, because he stopped his forward movement and rocked his hips instead, rubbing his cock up and down against her clit. Her core warmed.

“You. Feel. Incredible.” His breathing was shallow, like he’d just run a mile. Or, looking at his body, like he’d just run a whole lot of miles. Like she was testing his will power. And she wanted to test it even more. She placed her hand against his pecs, feeling his strong heart beat, then moved it lower, down to that incredible six-pack.

“Inside me. Now,” she whispered, relieved beyond anything when he complied. The head of his cock slipped inside her easily. Her body clenched around him and she forced herself to relax, knowing there was so much of him, and still a bit worried he wouldn’t fit.

“Relax, baby. I’ve got you.” His arm caressed her cheek gently, even as his hips rocked forward infinitesimally. As if they had all the time in the world. She felt her body relaxing, letting him in, bit by bit, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

“I feel so … full,” she whispered against his ear.

He groaned against her, shivering, but his hips stayed still, and suddenly she needed him to move, needed to break that iron control he had on himself. Her lips came up to find the side of his neck and she nipped and licked, delighted at his ragged moan.

“You’re going to kill me, Isla.” His arms shook around her, with the effort of holding himself steady.

“I’m ready,” she said, intuitively knowing he needed to hear it—that he wouldn’t move until she did.

His lips ate her words up, and he kissed her as his hips started rocking backwards. And forwards. Finding a rhythm that soothed them both. Soothed and burned. It soon became clear to her that, against all odds, shewasgoing to come again.

Her hips rocked against his, and his eyes flared. Desire and … something else. Control, or rather, the loss of control. He was losing control, and it felt just right. She wanted him to feel like she did. Like everything was unraveling inside in the best possible way.

He hit something deep inside her, something that made her cry out her pleasure. Her nails dug into his back, seeking to keep him there. Right there. And then she was flying, coming apart in the most powerful climax of her life. Her inner muscles clenched—hard—and she recognized the exact moment she drove him over the edge as well.

Yes. With me. Together.

He came for what felt like the longest time, his muscles shaking with release, and his pleasure drove her pleasure on and on. Eventually, he moved away, his softening cock leaving her body, holding on to the condom as he stood up to go to the bathroom. Isla was glad it was him and not her who had to move. She didn’t remember ever feeling this sated before. She wasn’t moving. She might never get up again.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a soft rumble as he lay down beside her again.

She gave him a nod and a smile—about all she could manage. “I’m not moving,” she murmured.

“Good. I’m not moving either,” he said, pulling her closer and pulling the covers over both of them.

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