Page 8 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Surprise

Her voice was a breathless plea, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I moved over that swollen bud with slow, deliberate strokes. I could feel her body responding—her hips lifting, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps against my lips. Every sound she made, every shudder that ran through her, sent a fresh wave of need crashing through me. But I held back, focusing only on her.

I kissed her again, swallowing her soft moans as I increased my movements on her clit. Her back arched off the bed, her nails scraping lightly over my skin.

“Oh—God—” Her voice broke, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Look at me,” I murmured, moving over her clit in fast, steady circles. “I want to see you.”

Her lashes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. There was so much trust there, so much vulnerability, that for a second, I couldn’t breathe.

Then her breath hitched, her body tensing beneath my touch. “I—I think?—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. I knew.

Her hips jerked, her thighs clamping around my hand as the first wave hit her. A broken cry tore from her throat, her entire body bowing off the bed. I kept my touch steady, guiding her through it, watching in awe as her face transformed—lips parted, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. She was fuckingbeautifullike this, lost in sensation, completely undone.

And just like that, I was a goner.

Something cracked open in my chest, raw and terrifying. This wasn’t just lust. Wasn’t just heat. It was something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she collapsed against the pillows, her body still trembling. I eased my hand from between her thighs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before shifting up to gather her against me. She curled into my chest, her heartbeat wild against my skin.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, voice dazed.

I chuckled, brushing her hair back from her face. “Good holy shit?”

She let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head up to look at me. Her eyes were still dark with pleasure, her lips swollen from my kisses.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispered.

The wonder in her voice did something to me. Made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t recognize.

I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips, slow and lingering. “That was just the beginning.”

She shivered, her fingers tracing idle patterns over my chest. “What now?”

I smirked, moving away from her. “Now,” I said, reaching for the condom on the nightstand, “I make love to you.”

Her breath caught, her legs parting instinctively as I rolled on the condom. I took my time, kissing her until she was breathless again. Until her hands were clutching at my back, her body pliant and eager beneath mine.

Finally, it was time. I positioned myself between her legs, holding my weight off her with one arm.

“This part might hurt,” I said softly. “But I’ll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop.”

“I won’t,” she said, fierce and sweet and vulnerable all at once.

I guided myself to her entrance, heart pounding. The first inch in had her tensing, breath catching. I stopped, kissed her temple.

“Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”

She exhaled slowly, relaxing enough for me to push in a little more. It was like heaven and hell—her body gripping me tight, heat pulsing around me. The knowledge that I was the first man to ever touch her like this was enough to do me in. I didn’t deserve her, but God help me, I was going to make this good.

I lifted up and looked down at her. She was so damn beautiful. I moved my thumb to her clit, slowly rolling over it as I watched her eyes widen. She hadn’t expected that, but she liked it.

I moved slowly, carefully, rocking into her in small motions until I was partway inside. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. She whimpered once, and I froze.

“Too much?”

She shook her head. “Just keep going. Keep touching me.”

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