Page 22 of Mountain Impact

“Yes! I didn’t mean stop. I meant slow down. If you keep doing that you’re going to make me come.”

“If I keep doing this, you mean?” His thumb went back to its earlier task.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t make me come yet, I want us to come together.”

“How about you come now, and then we come together?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question. He kept up the rhythmical gentle strumming on her clit, but added a finger inside her. She was so fucking tight, he was going to have to do a thorough job to prepare her for his cock.

She tensed and her fingers clenched around his arm, sinking into muscle. “Please. Please don’t stop,” she moaned.

“I have no plans of stopping, Isolde,” Drake said. He kept his gentle assault, delighting in the way her breasts rose and fell, her expression pulled tight with arousal.

“More,” she begged. He complied, bringing her over the edge. She screamed his name. The walls of her pussy pulsing around his finger, making him wish it were his cock inside her.

Her eyes, when she looked up at him, were glazed with desire. It was sweeter than sex, in a way, because he got to watch her reach her completion, but looking at her now, glazed and sated, he wanted nothing more than to sink himself inside her.

Fuck.

He didn’t have a condom on him.

“I have condoms,” she said, once again reading his mind. A small smile played on her lips. “Night table.”

“Thank God,” he whispered, moving over to find one and sheathing himself in record time. When he moved back towards the bed. Isolde was lying with her legs spread open, her knees almost touching the sheets.

His cock jerked at the sight.

“Keep your legs just like that,” he grunted.

“I don’t think you’ll fit otherwise,” she said teasingly, but there was a bit of worry in her eyes as well.

“Trust me. I’ll fit, and I’ll make it good, sweetheart, I promise.”

Even if it kills me.

He aligned himself with her entrance and began pushing inside her slowly. In the back of his mind, he knew they’d done this before, but this time felt different.

Was she this tight back then? This hot?

He was only halfway in when he felt her shudder. He immediately stopped.

“Are you okay, Isolde?” The thought of hurting her was like a bucket of cold water.

“Keep going, Drake. You’re just … so much.”

His name on her mouth almost made him lose control. He continued, slowly, until he was fully sheathed inside her warmth.

He bent his head down so their foreheads touched and prayed for control. He’d never felt this close to another human being before.

“Oh God, Drake,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you need, Isolde,” he begged.

“I need … more.”

More I can do.

Drake moved against her. His hips pressed on her pubic bone and she let out a cry that had him seconds again from coming.

“I’m going to come if you do that,” she breathed out.