Page 87 of Broken on the Mountain
She watches me stroke myself, her breath hitching as I give a rough grunt. The sound seems to ripple through the night air, her nipples hardening.
A feast for my eyes, she stands tall and palms her own breasts, fingers kneading while keeping her eyes locked on mine.
The tease is deliberate, calculated to unravel me. Just like every second she's spent here for three damn weekends.
"Show me," I growl, my voice thick. "Show me how much you want this."
Her eyes drop to my cock, then slowly, she moves her fingertips to slip between her own legs, a gasp escaping her as she touches herself.
I watch, transfixed, my hand moving faster on my cock.
Every flick of her wrist, every soft moan feeds the fire between us. She’s giving me everything.
I groan and fight the heat burning in my groin. "Come here."
She comes down on top of me, straddling my hips, and I lift my hands to cup her breasts. She arches into my touch, and I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while she gasps above me.
"Chase." Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me to her. "God, yes."
I lavish attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle licks and sharp bites that make her cry out. Her hips rock against me, and my cock is trapped between us, hard and aching.
"I need you, Piper," I growl against her skin.
"Then take me." She rises up on her knees, positioning herself over me. "But Chase? I don't want to use a condom this time. I want to feel all of you."
The words nearly undo me. We've used condoms every time. I've always been careful and responsible, but the thought of being inside her with nothing between us…
"Are you sure?" My hands still over her hips.
"Mom had me on birth control since I was fifteen." She lowers herself slowly, and the head of my cock pushes inside her. "And I trust you.Oh, God,I trust you, Chase."
I trust you.
Those three words mean more than she could possibly know.
I grip her hips and guide her down, inch by excruciating inch, until I'm fully seated inside her. The bare-skinned sensation is overwhelming—the heat, the wetness, the way she fits around me like she was made for this.
Made for me.
"Piper." Her name comes out broken, desperate and needy. "Baby, you feel so fucking good."
"I know." She rocks her hips, and we both groan. "I know."
She starts to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that steals my breath. I watch her face, the way pleasure transforms her features, and something shifts inside me.
This isn't just sex.
This is everything.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. Our foreheads press together, our breath mingling, and she slows her movements until we're barely moving at all.
For one beautiful moment under the stars, we're just connected. Justtogether. Together in the most intimate way possible.
"Look at me," I whisper, gripping her face with two hands.
Her eyes meet mine, and the world narrows to this moment. To her. To us.
I start to move again, slow and deep, and she matches me. Our hands link together, fingers intertwining, and I've never felt anything like this. This intimacy. This connection.
