Page 9 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Surprise

I inched farther inside her as I resumed steady movements over her clit. Each movement loosened her just a little more, until her pain shifted to pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hips rose to meet mine.

“That’s it,” I murmured. “Just like that.”

I thrust deeper, and she gasped, her legs wrapping around me. Her nails scraped down my back. Her moans grew louder, breathless and broken and beautiful.

I could feel her getting close, so I sped up my movements, not relenting, just continuing to drive her toward orgasm.

“Oh…Reilly…” she cried out.

Her body clenched around me, and I lost it. I thrust once more, hard and deep, and came with a groan, buried in the woman who’d flipped my entire life upside down.

Once it was over, we lay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat and breath ragged. She looked up at me, wide-eyed and glowing.

“Thank you,” she whispered

I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “Sleep now. We’ve got time for more later.”

And hell if I didn’t already want her again.

5

BRIDGET

Iwoke him up with a bang. Literally. Well, the beginnings of a bang.

The sunlight had filtered into my dreams, pulling me to consciousness. I’d pulled back the sheets and found him hard. Morning wood. I’d heard that term somewhere. Probably a TV show. But I liked to think he was dreaming about me.

The cool air from the ceiling fan above chilled my skin as I shifted to a squatting position over him. His cock was so enticing. I just wanted to touch it and taste it and feel it inside me again.

I started with a touch. Just a feather-light graze of my fingertips along his length, watching for any sign of waking. He didn’t stir, so I grew bolder, wrapping my hand around him, savoring the heat and weight of him. My thumb swiped over the tip, catching the faintest bead of moisture, and I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting him.

Mine.

The thought sent a thrill through me. I bent down, pressing my lips to the head, swirling my tongue in slow, teasing circles.His breath hitched—just a slight catch—but his hips didn’t move. Still asleep, or close to it.

I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, my fingers tightening at the base. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his hand twitched against the sheets. I glanced up just as his lashes fluttered open, his gaze heavy-lidded but sharpening fast.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep.

I didn’t stop. If anything, I took him deeper, relishing the way his fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding, just holding, like he was afraid I’d disappear.

His hips lifted slightly, a silent plea for more, and I gave it to him, working him with my mouth until his thighs tensed and his grip tightened. Then I pulled back, licking my lips as I met his darkened eyes.

“Good morning,” I murmured.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he grabbed my waist and flipped me beneath him in one smooth motion, his mouth crashing into mine. I could feel the hard press of his cock against my thigh. But I didn’t want him on top. Not yet.

I pushed at his shoulders, rolling him back, and straddled him before he could protest. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs tracing circles against my skin as I reached between us, guiding him to my entrance.

His breath stuttered. “Wait. Condom?—”

I paused, hovering over him, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, breathless and burning with need. “I want to feel you,” I whispered. “Just you.”

His eyes locked onto mine, fierce and searching. “You sure?”

I nodded. “You know I’m clean.”

His jaw clenched. “Me too. Got tested last year. Nothing since.”

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