Page 53 of Mountain Target

“Please,” she begged. Her expression was one of complete and utter pleasure. “Give me more.”

She was going to make him come before he was even fully inside her.

“Relax. I’ve got a lot more for you.”

Her teeth worried her lower lip, and he leaned forward and captured that same lip in his mouth, teasing gently, drinking in her moans.

And then he was fully inside her. He stayed his movement for an instant, feeling the way her body gripped him so tight.

Taking a deep breath, bringing himself under control, he began a powerful rhythm, encouraged by the little sounds she made as she sought her own release. And the entire time, her hands stayed on the headboard, right where he’d asked her to put them, her knuckles white from gripping the railings so tightly.

It wasn’t something they’d talked about—it wasn’t something he’d ever talked about with anyone—but Beau loved being in control in bed. It wasn’t physical dominance he craved—he didn’t want to hurt her or hold her wrists in place himself—but rather the willing submission she was showing him.

“I want to touch you too,” she finally said , even as her hands remained exactly where he’d asked her to put them.

Asking for permission.

“Then touch me,” he growled. Only then did her hands move to grip his shoulder and back muscles, her touch searing his back and urging him forward towards his own completion. “Touch me anywhere you want.”

He hoped he was strong enough.

No fucking way will I come before she does.

He steadied his breathing, forcing himself to wait.

Wait for her.

Come with her.

Her whimpers rose in pitch and her blunt nails scratched at his back, but still he held on, teetering on what he knew was the edge of a gigantic orgasm.

Running out of time, he squeezed his hand between them, feeling for her soft, sodden clit, strumming it gently as he whispered in her ear.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me now.”

Her eyes, already hooded with pleasure, widened as his words took her right over the edge. Her lips opened in a soundless gasp, her inner muscles contracting around his cock.

It was more than he could bear. He came in an explosive orgasm, gritting his teeth to stop himself from crying out loud.

A minute later, when he recovered enough muscle control to move, he was relieved to notice his elbows were still on the bed—at least he hadn’t been squashing her. The second thing he noticed was the way her arms were still wrapped tightly around his back, as if she couldn’t let him go. The thought made another tremor go through him.

“That was incredible,” she said, stretching beneath him.

If he hadn’t been wearing a condom, he had the feeling he’d be able to get hard again and go for a second round—a first for him. As it was, he held on to the condom and left her soft warmth, rolling over to dispose of it.

“It was,” he said, kissing her. “You’re incredible.”

They lay in each other’s arms, both of them too exhausted to move, relaxed in that way that only heavy orgasms can bring, the silence between them stretching like a comfortable blanket.

He was almost drifting off to sleep when he felt the tension return to her body.

“I wish I could stay,” she finally said.

Beau wished that, too, but knew it wouldn’t be fair to say so.

“I know you have to go back upstairs,” he said, pushing a red lock of hair behind her ear.

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom, picking up her clothes off the floor as she went, and it amused him that she didn’t need to ask where it was because hers was in exactly the same place.