Page 22 of The Mountain Man's Mail Order Temptation
“Anson!”
He sucks my clit harder and spears a finger inside me, then adds a second. Between the tiny licks and sucks, and the plunge of his thick fingers, I’m mindless with pleasure.
My orgasm crests, and my body bows.
He drinks down every drop, licking and teasing until I’m spent. Only then does he pull away, tucking me against his chest.
“You’re gorgeous, Ellie. Especially when you come on my tongue. See how good you taste?” He kisses me then, hard and deep. Our tongues swirl together, and I taste myself on his lips. It’s hot as hell.
“Make love to me, Anson. I need you.”
He nips my chin and kisses his way to my ear. “Are you sure?”
I grip his cheeks, making him meet my eyes so he sees the sincerity of my words. “No one has ever made me feel like you do. I want you to make love to me. Not because we’ve been matched, but because you’re protective and caring. You make me feel safe when I thought I never would again. I want to know everything about you. The dark parts. The Dottie parts. All of it.” I push his shoulders back until he’s sitting on the bench seat in the water, then straddle his lap. “Do you want me?”
Anson grips my hips and lines his cock up until it rubs between my folds. “More than anything, sunshine. But I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s not a requirement. All you have to do is care about me.”
He strokes his thumb over my lips. “I do.”
I kiss him again, and this time, I don’t hold back. Lining up, I ease his cock inside. It hurts a little as my body stretches.
“Easy, sunshine. Take it slow.” He takes over, working his cock inside.
Suddenly he stops, and his fingers tighten where they grip my hips. His eyes slide closed for just a second. When they open, there’s pain lining his face.
“What? What’s wrong?” He can’t stop now!
“Ellie. You didn’t tell me.”
My brain spins. Tell him what? What could he possibly want to know right now? We’re about to… oh. “I haven’t done this before.”
“Jesus, sunshine.” He takes a slow, measured breath, not moving an inch.
“I want you, Anson. Please don’t pull away.” Some part of me knows, if he does, I’ll never get him back. He’ll convince himself he doesn’t deserve me, and his walls will come back up for good. I’m not sure my heart would recover this time.
He searches my face. “Be sure, Ellie.”
“I’m sure. I’ve been waiting for you, Anson Blackwood.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. The shadows in his eyes clear for a few precious moments. “Say it again,” he whispers.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Only you.” I punctuate the words with a tiny kiss to his lips.
He groans and deepens the kiss, stroking his tongue over mine. Then he tilts his hips, surging up, claiming me as his.
When he’s finally seated, I can’t breathe. “God, you’re big.”
“Okay?”
I nod, then move my hips a little. It feels good. Really good. “Wow.”
Anson starts to slowly thrust. Water splashes around us and over the edge of the hot tub, but I am far from caring. This doesn’t just feel good. This isamazing.
I grip his shoulders tight. “Harder.”
He kisses me hard and fast, then slides out of my body. Before I can cry out a protest, he flips me around, anchors my hands on the edge of the tub, and thrusts into me from behind.
