Page 26 of Fall Wedding With the Mountain Man
Quietly I rumbled, “The last day of my life has been wild. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot.”
I was smart enough not to ask her to move here with me. She was a lawyer with a fancy lawyer life in the busiest place on earth. I was just the guy who hauled shit for a living.
No matter how strong the connection was between us, I knew she’d never leave her life for me.
She whispered, “It’s been wild for me, too.”
Wild wasn’t the right word to describe the whirlwind of emotion flying between us. I knew she’d fallen in love with me too.
Could you fall in love with a one-night stand? Evidently. But I don’t recommend it. My heart already ached with loss.
Clearing my throat, I told her, “Maybe I can come visit you in New York City. See your fancy life sometime.”
She snuggled into my arms while her fingers drew circles on my skin.
“Yeah. I’d love that.”
We both knew it was unlikely to happen.
She added, “And we should keep in touch.”
“Absolutely,” I rumbled as I kissed her forehead.
We both knew these were just words. Words, words, words.
The reality was, as soon as she was back in her regular life, I’d slowly fade from her mind. I’d end up being the memory of the wild fuck she’d had with her best friend’s husband’s brother.
Nothing more.
Her fingers wandered south, down my chest, skirting across my abs, tickling them lightly as she found her end goal. When her hand wrapped around my cock, I sucked in a breath.
The feel of her was amazing.
“Elizabeth. I want to make love to you this time. No hard fuck against a dresser. Is that all right?”
She nodded in the dark. I felt the movement since her head was on my chest. Quietly she said, “I’d like that.”
We both knew this would be our consolation prize. Can you imagine finding the woman of your dreams only to lose her again so fast? I’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was like I’d been waiting for her my whole life.
She gripped me tightly, and I exhaled as she began stroking me slowly, up and down, up and down. Her touch felt extraordinary. Like butterfly wings kissing my cock.
I groaned as she started working me faster. “Liz, I don’t want to come like this. I want to come when I’m inside you.”
She shifted in the bed, the blankets rustling as she positioned herself on top of me.
My hands gripped her thick thighs as she slid herself against me, the wetness of her pussy meeting the hardness of my cock.
Then, when I thought I couldn’t handle the wait any longer, Liz lifted herself up, then sunk down on me, taking all of me in. I grunted as she slid in place, enveloping me with her gorgeous, tight pussy.
Then she rode me, slowly at first, as though she were exploring me.
It was bittersweet knowing that this was it.
I let her be in charge, feeling pampered as she worked me. But then I couldn’t handle it anymore. I growled and gripped her hips tightly, slamming myself up into her over and over again while she made cute, squeaking sounds.
Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I got lost watching them for a while.
She came for me, shattered while I worked her pussy hard. And I loved the out-of-focus, dreamy look that landed on her face as her orgasm rolled through her.
