Page 12 of Emergency with the Mountain Man
"Jake," I gasp, my hips lifting to meet his touch. "Please."
"Tell me what you need," he says, thumb circling the bundle of nerves that makes me see stars.
"You. Inside me. Now."
"Not yet," he murmurs, his mouth replacing his fingers. "I want to taste you first."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my hands fisting in his dark hair as pleasure rockets through me. He explores me with devastating thoroughness, alternating between gentle and demanding until I'm sobbing his name and trembling on the edge.
"That's it," he encourages against my sensitive flesh. "Let go for me, Norma. I want to feel you come apart."
When my climax hits, it's with an intensity that surprises me, waves of sensation radiating outward from where his mouthworks magic. I'm vaguely aware of calling his name, of my body arching off the bed as pleasure consumes every nerve ending.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs as I come down from the high. "You're so beautiful when you come."
I reach for him, needing him closer, needing more. "I want you inside me," I whisper. "Now."
Jake’s eyes flare with heat as he moves back up my body. He positions himself at my entrance, eyes never leaving mine as he slowly presses forward. The stretch is exquisite, a perfect burn that speaks of his considerable size. I've never felt so full, so completely claimed.
"Fuck," he breathes when he's fully seated. "You feel incredible."
He begins to move, setting a rhythm that's both tender and demanding. Each thrust hits perfectly, sending sparks of pleasure through my nerve endings. The way he looks at me makes this feel like more than just sex. It feels like finding who I was meant to be with.
"More," I beg, lifting my hips to meet his movements. "Harder."
His groan is pure male satisfaction as he complies, driving into me with new intensity. The sound of our bodies joining fills the room along with our increasingly desperate breathing.
"You feel so good," I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "So perfect."
"Tell me what you need," he commands, one hand sliding between us.
"Touch me," I beg. "Make me come again."
His fingers find my most sensitive spot, circling my clit with perfect pressure as he continues to thrust. The dual stimulation quickly has me spiraling toward another peak.
"That's it," he encourages. "Come for me, Norma. Come on my cock."
His words push me over the edge, my second climax even more intense than the first. My inner muscles clench around him rhythmically, drawing his own release from him with a groan as he spills his seed deep inside of me.
He collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. His heart pounds beneath my ear, strong and steady.
We lie in comfortable silence, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. Outside, the wind whispers through the pines, but inside, wrapped in Jake's arms, I feel safer than I have in months.
"Stay," he murmurs into my hair. "Don't go home tonight."
"I was hoping you'd ask."
"Good. Because I'm not nearly done with you yet."
His hands slide down to cup my bottom, and I can feel him hardening again beneath me. The night is young, and we have weeks of careful restraint to make up for.
But more than that, we have a future to explore, a love to build, a life to create together in this mountain town that's become home for both of us.
six
Jake
Iwakeuptothe sound of Norma humming in my kitchen, and for a moment I think I'm dreaming. Then the smell of coffee and bacon reaches me, and I realize this is real—the woman I love is making breakfast in my cabin, wearing nothing but my flannel shirt and a smile.
