Page 86 of Broken on the Mountain
I slide my fingers deeper, just a fraction more. Her inner walls flutter around me, wet and hotter than the fire at our backs.
"That's it," I murmur against her neck. "Let me feel you."
She moans, a low sound that vibrates against my lips as I kiss her neck. Her hand tightens around my cock, her thumb swiping over the head where pre-cum beads.
"Chase—"
"Right here." I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her. Her hips jerk, seeking more. But I keep the rhythm slow, maddening. Matching the lazy circles her thumb is making on me. "Feel good?"
"Too good." Her breath hitches as I scrape my teeth along her pulse point. "Don't stop. Please…"
"Please what?"
"More. I need—" She breaks off with a moan as I curl my fingers, finding another spot that makes her shake. "Oh fuck, yes,oh yes,right there."
I work her slowly, building the pressure while she writhes in my lap. Her free hand clutches my shoulder, nails digging in through my shirt, and I love it.
Love every desperate sound she makes, every tremor that runs through her body.
I love her.
The stars are fully out now, a canopy of light stretching endlessly above us. The fire dances shadows across her face, and she's never been more beautiful than she is right now.
I love you.
The words are right there, pressing against my throat, begging to be spoken.
But the napkin flashes in my mind. The one I signed with a heart over the 'i' in her name.No Strings. No Feelings.
I sealed my own fate with that stupid agreement.
So instead, I lean forward and bite down on her neck again, just below her ear, while my fingers pump into her faster. She gasps, her hand tightening around my cock, and I can feel her getting close.
"That's it, baby." I suck a mark into her skin, claiming her in the only way I can. She might be leaving tomorrow, but if I bite hard enough, she'll still see me. "Let go for me."
"Chase, I—" Her words dissolve into a cry as she comes, clenching around my fingers, her whole body going taut.
I work her through it, swirling my fingers over her clit, feeling her body shudder on top of me, her release gentling my movements as the aftershocks roll through her.
When she finally sags against me, I withdraw my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth, swirling my tongue over the fresh creamy nectar, tasting her while she watches with heavy-lidded eyes.
"You're going to be the death of me," she breathes.
She tugs at my shirt, and I help her pull it over my head. The night air hits my skin, freezing cold, but her hands are warm as they roam across my chest, tracing the lines of muscle earned from years of rescue work.
"Lie down," she whispers.
I kiss her and lay back, stretching out on the blanket while she stands and shimmies out of her jeans and underwear.
She stands naked against the firelight, all pale curves and moving shadows. That perfect fucking ass, round and soft, taunting me from above. I can see the glistening wetness between her legs, the soft lips of her pussy just begging to be spread and devoured.
My cock throbs, aching to be inside her.
She strips off her hoodie and shirt, and I drink in the sight of her, reaching for my own cock.
"Like the view?" she asks, turning on the spot, giving me a better show than the twinkling stars. The moonlight catches the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist.
The woman is pure perfection.
