Page 18 of Haunted By the Mountain Man
"There," she gasped. "Right there, don't stop—"
I worked her with my fingers while my thumb found her clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make her writhe. Her hands tangled in my wet hair, holding me close as I kissed her inner thighs, her hip bones, everywhere but where she wanted my mouth.
"Shane, I need—I need—"
"Tell me," I commanded, adding a third finger, stretching her carefully. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"Your mouth," she whimpered. "Please, I need your mouth on me."
The water cascaded over both of us as I sank to my knees on the hard shower floor. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other, taking my time. I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and the sound she made echoed off the shower walls. She tasted like heaven—sweet and perfect and mine. I devoted myself to her pleasure, learning every response, what made her moan, what made her shake, what made her pull my hair hard enough to hurt in the best way.
"Oh god," she gasped as I sucked on her clit while curling my fingers inside her. "Shane, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I growled against her. "I want to taste you when you come."
She shattered with a cry, her whole body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she became too sensitive, then stood slowly, keeping her pinned against the wall as her legs shook.
"I need you inside me," she said.
I lifted her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her against the tiles. The position put us at exactly theright height, and she gasped as she felt me pressed against her entrance.
She rolled her hips to take just the tip of me inside. We both groaned at the sensation. "I want you. All of you."
I entered her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The stretch was intense. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught. I paused when I was halfway in, giving her time to adjust.
"You okay?"
"Yes," she breathed, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Just you're so big."
"I’ll go slow.” I pushed in deeper, feeling her clutch and spasm around my cock. “You’re going to take every bit of me.” Slow was torture. Slow was heaven. Inch by inch, I pressed deeper until I was fully inside her. We stayed there for a moment, both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
"You feel like you were made for me."
"Move," she grunted. "Please, Shane, I need you to move."
I started with shallow thrusts, barely pulling out before pressing back in, letting her body adjust to my size. As she relaxed, as pleasure overtook the initial stretch, I gradually increased my pace and depth.
"Yes," she moaned. "Just like that."
The water was starting to cool, but neither of us cared. I was lost in the feeling of her—tight and wet and perfect around me. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove me wild.
"Touch yourself," I commanded. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her hand moved between us, fingers finding her clit, and the change was immediate. She tightened around me, her breathing becoming erratic.
"That's it," I encouraged. "Let go for me. I've got you."
"Shane," she gasped, her movements becoming frantic. "I'm so close—"
"Come for me, Raven. Now."
She came with a cry, her whole body clenching around me as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The feeling of her coming around my cock, the sight of her lost in ecstasy, pushed me over the edge.
Chapter 5
Shane
Over the next three days, we settled into a routine that felt dangerously like playing house.
