Page 32 of A Mountain Man Christmas

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

With a tremble of anticipation in his fingers, he peeled her trousers down to her ankles. Her shackles jangled as she kicked out of the clothes, lying completely naked beneath him.

“Your turn,” she told him.

Tristan wasted no time taking off his clothes. In a matter of seconds, he was down to bare skin. He watched her eyes widen as they roved over his body, traveling down from his broad chest to his erection throbbing proudly against her crotch. He felt a throb in his groin, but that might as well be her pulsating against him. She was hot and wet and ready for him, and the need to fill her gnawed at Tristan.

But he was just getting started.

Keeping his eyes trained on her, he lowered himself between her legs and pulled her against his mouth, tasting her. She was as delicious as he had anticipated. Lyla was nothing if not willing, parting her legs wider to open herself to him. A series of moans and incomprehensible cries escaped her lips, and he felt her fingers rake through his hair.

Her first climax arrived like a violent snowstorm, and she jerked against him with a cry, her hips buckling in his grip. He parted her legs even wider, pleasuring her as she shuddered and gasped against him. But his hunger was not satisfied. It grew with each throb, each pant. She was hot and dripping against his lips, and he found it hard not to imagine what she would feel like, clenched around his own pulsing arousal.

By the time he finally resurfaced, she was gasping like a fish out of water. He stretched himself over her body and chuckled down at her, but the look she instantly shot him shut him up.

“It’s my turn,” was all she said.

And with the dangerous skill with which she had attacked him during their first meeting, she tackled him, shifting their combined weight so that she was now on top. Before Tristan could make a move, she settled herself between his legs, curling her fingers around his erection. A shiver raced through his body; his lips parted, but no sound came out.

With a look of mischief on her face, she leaned down and kissed him, her lips trailing down his jawline. She kissed his chest, caressing his shoulder, and he felt his heart pound faster. Her mouth was hot against his skin, seemingly hotter as she traveled down his eager body. Taut with desperation, he remained still, watching her finally bring her mouth to him, tracing her tong along the length of his erection.

“Lyla, you feel—” his breath quivered, his eyes widening slightly as she took his cock into her mouth, suckling lightly on him “—so amazing.”

Her eyes lit up, and she swirled her tongue around him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft with a low hum that sent vibrations of pleasure through his body. She closed her eyes, looking as though she enjoyed the sensations she gave him just as much as he did. Her fingers stroked his shaft as she suckled him, urging him to give up the last shred of his self-control.

Tristan’s fingers curled against the fur underneath his naked body. Did she even know what she was doing to him?

She suckled him a little harder, flooding him with sensations he could only have imagined moments ago, and a concern gripped him almost as tightly as her fingers and lips did.

“Stop,” he instructed.

It sounded more like a plea. She continued to caress him with those soft, sensuous lips of hers.

“Lyla,” he said, more firmly this time. “Stop. You’re going to make me explode.”

He eased himself, half-reluctantly, out of her mouth. Lyla seemed to get the message. Only she wasn’t quite done with him yet. Her gaze was thick with lust that he knew perfectly mirrored his as she sat astride him and settled onto his cock, taking him into her slowly. They gasped in unison as he filled her, joining them at the hip.

“You feel so…”

“Perfect,” she finished for him.

She was just as hot and wet around him as he had imagined. He groaned as she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a tantalizingly slow motion that threatened to force his release before long. He grabbed her hips as she picked up the pace; moaning, she drove herself closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into his chest, and he tightened his grip on her hips to steady her.

“That’s it, Lyla,” he grunted. “Let go for me. It’s okay.”

He felt her clench around him and knew that her next orgasm was upon her. Her lips parted, and he saw them form his name. With a choked cry, she erupted, spasms of her ecstasy rolling onto his cock. His own pleasure surged through him, reaching a crescendo in the tip of himself. With a groan, he let go, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed into her.

She lowered herself to him, covering his mouth in a kiss, and they lay together, trembling in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Sweat clung to their bodies. Tristan wrapped his arm around her spent body, and she draped a leg over him, resting her head on his chest. A feeling of fulfillment settled in his chest as their gasps soon faded into blissful silence.

“I…I can’t believe…”

“Me, either,” he admitted.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just shared something deep, something precious with this woman. And he would do it again and again because that was just how much she meant to him. He felt a flutter against his chest but was unsure whether it was her heartbeat or his.

Lyla gave a light chuckle. “I think I’m going to sleep now.”

Chapter Twelve

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