Page 62 of Beastly Mountain Man

“We can make it work.”

“Explain without giving me a safety seminar.”

I sat all the way back on the bench, solid against the tiled wall, and held out a hand.

“Come here. You straddle me, the bench supports us, and you tell me if anything feels wrong.”

“That was dangerously close to a safety seminar.”

“Occupational hazard.”

She settled onto my lap facing me, her weight supported by my thighs, and looped her legs around my hips.

“Better.”

I held her waist.

Her pussy brushed the underside of my cock.

“You still want this?”

“Yes.” Her eyes stayed on mine. “I want you inside me.”

I guided the head of my cock to her entrance.

Caprice lifted slightly and aligned herself with me.

Then she lowered herself slowly.

Her mouth opened on a breath.

She stopped.

She tightened her legs around my hips.

“Keep going.”

She lowered the rest of the way until I was fully inside her.

The feel of her nearly wrecked me.

Tight. Wet. Hotter than the water running down my back.

I stayed still while her body adjusted.

Caprice ran one hand over my shoulder.

“I’m good.”

“You want me to move?”

“Yes. Slow at first.”

I braced my feet on the textured tile and gave her a shallow upward thrust.

Her eyes closed.

I did it again.