Page 15 of The Mountain Man's Christmas Bride
Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up and set her on the counter, pushing my way between her legs. A sharp, surprised gasp falls from her lips, but I swallow it with my own, kissing her hard.
Sage goes still for only a moment before melting into my embrace. Her hands move to my shoulders, bringing us closer as I swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips. I skim my hands up her thighs, pushing the hem of her shirt up as I do. As expected, she’s not even wearing shorts under it.
“Do you really want to make me forget?” she asks against my lips, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I pull my mouth from hers and trail kisses down her jaw. “Yes.”I want to make you mine, is what I don’t say.
She takes her hands from my shoulders, grabs her shirt and yanks it up. I pause my kisses for only a moment to watch as she pulls it over her head and tosses it to the side.
Not even a bra. I bite my lip as I take in her heavy breasts and delicate pink nipples. I can’t stop myself from palming one, holding it in my hand and tweaking the small nub.
“Rhett!” She arches into me on a gasp, hands going back to my shoulders—this time holding me desperately.
“I’m not letting you off this counter until I’ve made you come,” I say, meeting her wide eyes. When I pinch the nipple again, she pants. “I really want you coming around my cock, though. But tongue will do if you prefer it.”
A deep red flush darkens her cheeks, eyes darting down to the bulge in my pants. She won’t ask—she’s probably never been given the choice before—so with my free hand, I unzip my jeans and tug them down enough to give her a peak at what she’s working with.
“Choice is yours princess,” I say, stroking the hard length. “I’ll finish either way.”
Sage sucks in a shaky breath, but her words almost make me feral. “Cock,” she whispers. “I want to feel you when you come.” She says it almost defiantly, like she wants proof.
“Princess, you would have known regardless,” I reply, releasing her breast and grabbing her by the thighs. “But I’m glad you picked that.”
A strangled sound falls from her lips when I reach between her thighs and grab her panties. “Already fucking wet,” I murmur, shaking my head, sliding a finger through her. “So fucking warm.”
God, I need her badly. More than I’ve needed anything in my life.
And now, she’s mine. Even if she thinks this will be a fun fuck that won’t lead to anything, I know once we’re done, she’s it. She’ll have to be mine.
Dick palmed, I pull her panties aside and bring myself to her entrance. She feels even better against the head of my cock. Too perfect.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” I tell her, rubbing her slowly, circling her clit. The movement earns me a sharp inhale. “I haven’t been with anyone in years.”
Sage releases a shuddering breath as she plants her hands on the counter, lashes fluttering as I tease her opening. “Years?”
I push inside her an inch, gritting my teeth and holding back the groan that wants to fall from my lips. “Yeah, princess,” I say, feeling her walls clench around me. “Years. You’re it for me now.”
Her next words are cut off by my next thrust. It takes all my strength not to come right then. A soft whimper falls from her lips as she grabs me by the back of the neck, fingers curling in my hair.
“Tell me when to move,” I grunt, watching her expression; there’s a fire in her eyes, a beautiful colour to her cheeks. The fingers in my hair tightens, walls of her cunt fluttering. “You’re in control, Sage.”
She presses her lips together for a moment before nodding once. “Nice and slow,” she whispers. “Don’t want you to finish first.”
I grin, taking her by the hips and pulling out slowly. “Wouldn’t want to embarrass my wife.”
A low groan falls from her lips when I thrust into her. “That’s it,” she says, voices strained. “Like that. Hard.”
Fuck, she’s beautiful when she tells me what she wants. When has she ever been allowed to voice her desires? Her needs? Probably never. She knows exactly what she likes andshe’s not afraid to let me know it, because with each hard thrust, her walls clench, and she tugs at my hair.
“You like this, don’t you?” I say, keeping each stroke long and hard, watching each flutter of her lashes, feeling every clench of her pussy. “You like bossing your husband around?”
Each thrust has me edging closer and closer to the finish, but it’s her that keeps me from release. It’s the way she watches me, the way her body tells me she’s not ready yet.
Instinctively, I reach between us and thumb her clit. “Yes!” she cries out.
I rub her clit and keep the pace even just how she likes it, the pressure in my balls building until it becomes too much.
The walls of her pussy pulsate, and when she cries out again, she clenches hard around me, body going rigid.
