Page 29 of Mountain Shadow

Yes! Yes!

Afterwards, she lay there, spent. Jens ran his hand up and down her side.

“So beautiful.”

“So tired.”

“We don’t have to do anything else.”

In response, Sarah opened her legs again. Her lips sought his. “Get inside me now. I may have one more orgasm in me.”

He sheathed himself quickly and guided himself to her entrance. He felt impossibly thick, and her body tensed.

“I won’t hurt you, Sarah. I promise.”

She forced herself to relax, channeling the lassitude from moments earlier.

He pushed himself inch by inch, groaning from the effort of holding himself back. His brown eyes narrowed in concentration.

“You feel so good, I’m close to—”

“That’s okay,” she whispered in her ear. “If you come, it just means we’ll get to try again.”

He laughed, then, and some of the tension left his body. His cock slipped further inside her, filling her with a sense of delicious fullness.

How much more can there be?

And then he was fully inside her. He rested his elbows on the bed next to her, keeping the weight of his upper body off her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Much better than okay.”

She’d never felt so full before. Her hips came off the bed, encouraging him.

“Don’t rush me,” he said. “I want to remember this moment.”

He started moving, then, and she took back her earlier thoughts about large cocks. This man clearly knew how to use his. He seemed to sense exactly what she needed as she climbed the spiral staircase of pleasure, chasing after an orgasm that, suddenly, didn’t seem so far away.

She clutched his hard biceps. It felt fair to warn him. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” he whispered, looking into her eyes.

And then she was off the staircase—it felt more like a cliff now—hanging on to him for dear life, not knowing where his body ended and hers began. Instants later, his movements became less coordinated. He groaned, closing his eyes tight, and she knew he was right there with her.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. Then he raised his head.

“My God,” he said. “I can’t move.”

“I’m not moving either. Just hold me,” she whispered.

He did move a couple minutes later, holding on to the condom carefully as he left her, inspecting it for an instant before taking it off and tying a neat knot through it.

He lay back on the bed next to her, on his back. She shifted naturally onto his shoulder, her head on his chest, listening to the furious rhythm of his heartbeat.

She saw now everything she hadn’t noticed about the room before, because she’d been … too busy to notice.

The king-size bed they were lying on dominated the room. Of the two free walls, one entire wall was made of large windows. Although it was now too dark to see much, she imagined the view of the mountains beyond would be breathtaking in the morning. The other wall was covered in books.