Page 80 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

I rolled partly over her. Georgia opened her legs around my hips, but instead of entering her immediately, I rubbed the head of my cock slowly through the wetness between her thighs.

Her breath caught. She reached between us and guided me where she wanted me. “Now.”

I pushed inside.

The first few inches made both of us stop. Georgia’s body was hot and slick from her orgasm, but the tight stretch of taking me still pulled a long breath from her. I held still long enough for her to adjust before moving deeper. Her hands slid over my shoulders.

When I was fully inside her, she wrapped one leg higher around my hip. I withdrew almost completely and pushed forward again. Georgia moaned into my mouth.

The rhythm built slowly, each stroke deeper than the last. I kept one arm braced beside her while my free hand traveled over her breast and down her waist, touching every part of her I could reach. She did the same to me.

Her hands moved over me as freely as mine moved over her.

Georgia tightened her leg around me and changed the angle with a small shift of her hips. The next thrust made her gasp. “There.”

I repeated it, and her eyes closed before she breathed, “Again.”

I found the same angle and kept it, letting the pace grow while Georgia met me.

The bed moved beneath us, soft creaks marking the rhythm while the rest of the house stayed silent. No rain struck the windows tonight. No party noise reached us. I could hear every change in Georgia’s breathing, every small sound she made when I went deeper.

She slid one hand between our bodies. I adjusted immediately to give her room. Georgia rubbed her clit while I kept the stroke steady. Her eyes opened and found mine.

The combination started working quickly. Her wetness increased around my cock, and the muscles of her thighs tightened against me. I kissed her.

Georgia breathed my name into my mouth. Her fingers moved faster.

I slowed the thrust just enough to keep the pressure where she wanted it, resisting the urge to chase my own release while I watched hers build.

The second orgasm took her with a sharp cry.

Her body clenched around my cock, deep pulses squeezing hard enough that my own rhythm faltered. I held her hip and stayed inside her while she rode the release, her fingers still working her clit until the sensitivity made her stop.

When she finally opened her eyes again, she was smiling. “That was two. Good. I’ve had a long day.”

I laughed against her mouth. Georgia kissed me before I could answer, then pushed against my shoulder. “Sit up.”

I did, and she moved with me, swinging one leg across my lap until she was straddling me. The position brought us chest to chest.

Georgia lowered herself onto my cock again, slowly enough that I felt every inch of the slide. My hands settled around her hips.

She started to rise. I stopped her with a gentle pressure. “Stay close.”

Her expression softened.

Georgia wrapped both arms around my shoulders and rolled her hips instead, keeping me buried deep as she rubbed against me.

I groaned. Her smile disappeared into a kiss.

Georgia stayed close, chest pressed to mine while my arms locked around her. Having her wrapped around me like that hit harder than any long stroke could have.

Georgia’s cheek brushed mine. Her breath was warm against my neck. I kissed beneath her ear while she moved.

For several minutes the sex became slower rather than less intense, our bodies locked close enough that I felt every small tightening inside her.

Then Georgia leaned back slightly and changed the motion. Pleasure shot through me, and I gripped her hips. “Do that again.”

She did, and the second roll dragged my cock against a different angle inside her, her smile widening when my grip tightened.