"Sorry." Her body stills and she pulls away. Just a little, but it's too much. I want her closer. "I didn't mean to?—"
"You have nothing to be sorry for." I reach for her, but before I pull her back to me, I let my hands skim down her sides to the hem of her sweater. "I don't want to rush this. And maybe we should?—"
"No."
Fuck yes. She is perfect.
I kiss her again until she's once more moaning, liquefying under my touch.
"I need to see you," I say. "All of you."
Ella freezes, her eyes growing wide. "I don't know," she says. "I'm not really?—"
"You're perfect." I press a finger to her lips and stare into her eyes. "And I will not have you saying otherwise about my girl, understand?"
With my finger still on her lips, she nods.
"Now," I soften my voice. "Can I take this sweater off and see just how fucking perfect you are, Ella?"
Again, she nods.
Slowly, I lift the sweater up and over her head until she's standing in only her bra and leggings. Her tits are big and full, spilling from the confines of the lacy bra she wears.
My cock twitches in my jeans as I let my fingers trace the swell of each breast before dipping between them. She gasps when I drag my finger over a nipple, feeling it pebble into a hard point under my touch, before turning my attention to the other.
Ella's breath is coming hard and fast by the time I'm finished my simple exploration. She thrusts her tits out toward me and I bury my face between them, my beard scratching her soft skin while I lose myself in their full, ripe, lusciousness.
"Jamie. That's... oh... it feels so good. I can't even..." She can't form a complete sentence and I love it.
I lift my head to look at her sweet face again. Her eyes are wide with shock and awe and something else that stops me. "Sweetheart?" Ella focuses on me. "Have you done this before?"
Ella
Ifreeze.
How did he know? Does it show?
Will he still want me if he knows I don't know what I'm doing?
I don't want him to stop. Hecan'tstop. I think I might explode if he stops now. The ache between my legs turns into a throb.
I need him to touch me.
Everywhere.
"Ella?" He's frowning as he watches and waits for my response. "Have you done this before?"
I could lie. I should lie. He'll never know. Anything to keep him from stopping. My body aches for more. I look into his deep blue eyes.
This is my match.
We're meant to be together. We matched on every level. If there was such a thing as a perfect match on Mountain Mates, we are as close as it gets.
We're meant to be together.
And it's more than that, too. I feel it in my soul that he's the one for me.
I'm going to be his wife.
