Page 33 of Boulder's Weight

She reaches for me, but I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"Not yet," I say, lowering my mouth to her breast. "I want to taste every inch of you first."

She arches into my touch, a whimper escaping her as I suck her nipple into my mouth.

I take my time, moving from one breast to the other, using my free hand to trace patterns down her stomach.

When I finally slip my fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, she's already soaking wet.

"Fuck, baby," I groan, sliding one finger into her heat. "You're so damn wet for me."

"Boulder," she moans, hips bucking against my hand. "Please."

I work another finger into her, curling them just right to hit that spot that makes her cry out.

Her reaction has me throbbing, desperate to be inside her.

I release her wrists to slide her panties down her legs, then settle between her thighs.

The first taste of her on my tongue has me groaning, the vibration making her gasp.

I lose myself in pleasuring her, alternating between long, slow licks and focused attention on her clit.

Her hands tangle in my hair, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

"I'm close," she pants, her back arching off the bed. "Don't stop."

I double down, adding my fingers back into the mix while I suck her clit.

She comes with a cry that's music to my ears, her body shuddering around my fingers.

Before she can come down from her high, I move up her body and thrust into her in one smooth stroke.

The feeling of her tight walls surrounding me nearly makes me lose it right there.

"Fuck," I hiss, holding still to keep from coming too soon. "You feel so good, Montana."

Her nails dig into my back as I start to move, setting a punishing pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall.

Each thrust draws a moan from her lips, the sound driving me wild.

"Harder," she demands, her legs wrapping around my waist to take me deeper. "I need more."

I comply, gripping her hip with one hand while the other supports my weight.

The new angle has me hitting her g-spot with each thrust, and I can feel her getting closer to the edge again.

"That's it," I encourage, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own release. "Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you."

Her inner muscles start to clench around me, her moans growing louder.

I slip a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it in time with my thrusts.

She comes hard, her body arching beneath me, my name a broken cry on her lips.

The sensation of her pulsing around me is too much, and I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep inside her as I come hard.

For a long moment, we stay like that, breathing hard, bodies still joined.

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