Page 13 of Saved By the Mountain Man
The last threads of my control snap. I crush my mouth to hers, lifting her from the counter with hands beneath her thighs. I turn, pressing her back against the nearest wall, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist.
I press my throbbing cock into her slowly, feeling the resistance of her body, watching her face carefully for any sign of pain. Her breath catches as I breach her, a small wince crossing her features.
"Breathe," I instruct her, holding still despite every instinct screaming to thrust deeper. "Relax around me."
She nods, her teeth releasing her lower lip as she exhales slowly. I feel her body yield further, accepting more of me.
"That's it," I encourage her. "You're doing so well, taking me so perfectly."
The praise seems to relax her further, and I'm able to press deeper, careful not to rush. Her pussy is so hot and wet, it feels like heaven.
"You feel incredible," I tell her, my voice strained with the effort of remaining still. "So tight. So perfect around me."
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in slightly. "Fuck me," she begs. "Please."
I obey, beginning with gentle, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as her insides accommodate me. The discomfort on her face slowly transforms into pleasure, her little gasps and moans driving me wild.
"Yes," she breathes as I find a rhythm that has her head falling back against the wall. "Just like that."
I adjust my grip, one hand supporting her weight, the other sliding between us to where we're joined. My thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes her cry out.
"Alex!" she gasps as I circle that spot in time with my thrusts.
"That's it, sweetheart," I encourage her. "Let me feel you come around me."
Her inexperience means she's building quickly again, her inner muscles fluttering around me in a way that threatens my own control. I increase the pace slightly, angling to hit the spot that makes her moan louder.
"I'm so close," she whimpers, her arms tightening around my neck.
"Come for me," I command softly against her ear. "Let go."
She shatters with a cry of my name, her body clenching around me so tightly it nearly makes me come, too. But the sight of her coming undone, the knowledge that I'm the first—the only—man to ever see her like this, unleashes something feral inside me.
I withdraw suddenly, turning her and bending her over the kitchen counter in one swift motion. She gasps in surprise, her hands scrambling on the smooth granite.
"I need to take you hard," I growl against her ear, one hand tangled in her hair, the other holding her hands behind her back. "Tell me if it's too much."
"Yes," she moans, arching her back to press herself against me. "Please, Alex."
I enter her again in one powerful thrust, my control shattered by her willing surrender. She cries out, but it's a sound of pleasure, not pain, spurring me on. I set a relentless pace, claiming her body with a primal intensity I've never felt before.
"You're mine," I hear myself say, the words pulled from somewhere deep and possessive. "All mine."
"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, meeting each thrust with growing confidence. "Only yours."
I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, driving into her with abandon. Each thrust makes her eyes roll back and her tongue flick out on her lower lip.
I feel my release building, pressure coiling at the base of my spine, tightening with each thrust. "You feel too good," I groan, pace becoming erratic as I chase the edge. "I'm going to come."
"Inside me," she gasps, the words nearly my undoing. "I want to feel all of you deep inside of me."
With a roar I didn't know I was capable of, I drive into her one final time, release crashing through me like a wildfire. The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming, consuming every sense as I empty myself deep inside her. Every pulse feels endless, my body locked in a state of perfect ecstasy as I mark her as mine in the most primal way possible, painting her with my seed.
I collapse over her back, chest heaving, my arms braced on either side of her to keep from crushing her smaller frame. Her body still pulses around me, aftershocks of her own pleasure milking the last of mine.
For several heartbeats, the only sound is our ragged breathing. Then I press a kiss between her shoulder blades, gently withdrawing and turning her to face me. Her expression is dazed, lips swollen from our kisses, cheeks flushed with exertion.
"Are you okay?" I ask, suddenly aware of how rough I'd been. "Did I hurt you?"
