Page 128 of Full Mountie

Okay, so this is going to be a quickie.

I can handle that.

He kneels between my legs, staring at my pussy as he rolls the condom on. Before he presses the crown of his cock against me, he touches me first, and it’s an unexpected gentleness that cracks my heart.

I roll my hips, trying to keep us on the no-feelings, just-fucking track. He doesn’t have any idea how he affects me. Protecting my heart is going to have to be my job alone.

I’m a grown up. I can do that.

I can pretend this is just sex.

Amazing, incredible, dirty sex.

“Now,” I tell him breathlessly.

“Not gonna be gentle,” he warns.

“Good.” No sooner is the word out of my mouth than he’s there, at my entrance, and then inside me in the next beat. A thick, hard intrusion that takes my breath away.

And it is good. I curl my legs up, opening for him, welcoming the brutal pummelling. I want him to do this, to lose himself in me, to work out in our physical connection what he can’t find in words.

He takes me with him, too. Wraps me in his arms as he moves his powerful body above me, into me. He finds all the spots that light me up and rubs against them, hard. Fucking come, his body says to mine. Come apart, come for me, come, come, come.

And I do, because I’m his. I’m so easy for him, so open, that all it takes is his mouth on my tits, his cock in my pussy, and I’m pulled apart at the seams.

After he deals with the condom, he pulls me into his side and I press my cheek against his chest.

I listen to the pounding of his heart and wish I understood.

We lie there, together, long enough for me to foolishly get my hopes up that maybe we can talk. “Hugh?”

“Mmm.”

“We miss you.”

“No.” He swings his arm out from under my head and sits up.

“What?”

“Don’t do this.”

I sigh. “Is this really your plan?”

He gives me a warning look, but I might not get another chance. I press on.

“Every time we reach out you'll turn it into just sex, nothing more? Pretend that's all we have?”

“You weren't complaining a minute ago. And you summoned me.”

That’s true. But he came. “I know…”

He kisses the spot where my neck meets my back, then lower, down my spine. All the way until his hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me up.

Onto my knees, so he can take me again.

And I let him. I let him fuck me until I’m gripping him in another shuddering orgasm, until he pours himself into me, because I’ll take it.

Then I don’t say anything more, not even when he rolls onto his back beside me and stares at the ceiling.

---