Page 141 of Mountain Grump
I blink awaythe stars spotting my vision.
My heart is beating almost painfully. And I relish it.
Relish in the feeling of being alive.
Because that’s what this woman is.
She’s life.
I bury my nose in the side of Tilda’s neck and roll my hips one last time.
The wetness of our simultaneous releases makes me groan.
Fucking. Perfect.
Tilda is still shuddering in my arms, her pussy fluttering around my sensitive flesh.
I know I’m crushing her. Just like last time. But I can’t move yet.
Her hold on me loosens, but she doesn’t drop her arms away.
Tilda slides her soft hands down my back. Then she drags her fingertips up my bare sides.
A shiver dances up my spine.
“Sorry.” Tilda starts to pull her hands away.
I grunt against her neck and shimmy my shoulders.
I feel her huff against my neck. “Again?”
I nod.
She does it again, lightly trailing her fingers over my skin.
Tracing muscles. Teasing ribs. It’s delicious torture.
I relax. Not realizing I’ve gone deadweight on her until her next exhale comes out as a wheeze.
“Shit.” It takes more effort than I’d like to admit to lift my top half off her. I look down into her pretty brown eyes. “Can you breathe now?”
She smiles as she nods. But in the waning light, I can see a tear track on her cheek.
My brows furrow.
I shift my weight back to one elbow and lift my other hand, using my thumb to wipe the mark away.
Her smile is soft. “I’m okay.”
I watch her, needing to believe her. “You’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” Her smile is wider this time. “That was… a little overwhelming.”
I think about the way my vision started to fail me. “I know what you mean.”
She snickers, making her muscles clench around me.
I grunt.
