Page 25 of Heart of the Mountain
“Ready for me to fill you up again, Sadie?” I ask while lazily pumping my fingers in and out of her soaking wet hole.
“God, yes, please, please…” she moans.
I stand up behind her and grip her ass, massaging her perfect cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing all of her to my hungry eyes. I lean over and cover her, pressing my chest into her back as I reach around her with one hand. She shivers beneath me. I bite her shoulder, cup her breast, and drive my cock into her mercilessly, letting out a feral growl as I bottom out. She whimpers with each thrust and pushes back into me, letting me know she’s right here with me.
I skim my fingers down her torso, all the way to her pussy. Her clit is a fat little pearl, swollen and throbbing for me. She bucks against my hand as I play with it, rubbing and pinching and not letting her take a breath as I give her more, more, all of me. Everything. It’s all hers.
She twists and cries in agony, but I don’t stop. She’s mine now. Mine to please. Mine to torture. She arches in my arms as I take her apart piece by piece, letting out a desperate plea right before she breaks.
“That’s it, fucking come for me, Sadie,” I grunt, still pumping into her and teasing her nipples with one hand while rubbing her hard little clit.
“Cutter! Fuck!” Sadie gushes for me, her tight pussy spasming around my cock again and again.
I don’t let her come back down, I keep drilling her harder and faster, gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart.
“Fucking love watching your pussy swallow my big dick,” I grunt.
“I… c-can’t stop…c-coming…” she gasps in between each word like it’s taking up all of her concentration just to breathe.
I wrap one arm around her hips and one across her perfect breasts, holding her up as her knees give out. Sadie screams my name and pounds her fist on the wall of the shower as another orgasm is torn from her very depths. Fucking beautiful.
I’m so lost watching her get obliterated by pleasure that my climax slams into me unexpectedly. I roar as I thrust into her one last time, pressing her trembling body flush against the shower wall. I come violently, jet after jet shooting out of my dick as it swells and spasms inside her.
Stumbling back a bit, I gather Sadie up in my arms and slowly slide down to the floor of the shower, not trusting my legs at the moment. She curls up into me, still shaking and breathing heavily.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, still out of breath myself. Goddamn, that was the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
“So good,” she sighs.
I grin and nuzzle into the top of her head, letting the hot water pour over our bodies and relax our sore muscles.
“Let’s get cleaned up again, and I’ll feed you while we watch a movie.”
“Did I mention that I love you?” she asks with a giant smile on her lovely face.
“You didn’t, actually, but I was hoping you’d get there eventually.”
“I love you, Cutter,” she repeats, her tone more serious, almost reverent. “We’ve both been hurt, and we don’t trust easily. But this, right here,” she pauses to place her hand on my heart once more, “this is solid. We’re good for each other. I trust you with all of me.”
“I trust you, too, Sadie. God, I love you so fucking much.” We share a kiss that seals all of our promises and takes the air from my lungs. I’ll make sure she never regrets choosing me.
11
SADIE
“See? I told you his career didn’t stall out in the early two thousands,” I tell Cutter as we’re curled up on his couch the next evening, watching another Jackie Chan movie.
“Rush Hour was okay, I guess,” he says.
“Whatever! You were totally laughing. It’s okay to admit you love it and it’s your new favorite,” I tease.
I playfully smack his chest, and he gathers up my hand, kissing my palm before placing it over his heart. God, this man. After our conversation yesterday and the moments we shared in the shower… I’m more certain than ever he’s the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
The storm from yesterday let up this morning, but came back in full force a few hours ago. I’ve been texting with Gabby, who seems a little frustrated and annoyed at being stuck in Hope Mountain for the time being. Her car is in the shop, and she has a place to stay at Willow Tree Inn, but I know she’s more of a city girl and can’t wait to get back to Denver.
I reach for the cup of hot cocoa Cutter made me earlier, complete with whipped cream and raw sugar crystals. Right as Ibring the mug to my lips, the lights dim, then flash, and then go off completely.
“I’ll get a fire going,” Cutter says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
