I gasped as he stretched me, inch by incredible inch, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. My previous boyfriends had been adequate. Average. Forgettable, if I were being honest.
There wasnothingforgettable about Grayson Ford.
He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, and I could feel every inch of him as he worked himself deeper. The hot spring water swirled around us, jostled by our movements. By the time he bottomed out, I was panting, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Grayson let out a deep groan and held me tight against his chest, giving me a moment to adjust. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.
He was trembling with the effort of holding still, and knowing that I affected him this much made my chest ache with something dangerously close to tenderness.
Then he started to move.
Slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a deliberate thrust that made me see stars. The water lapped against the rocks with each snap of his hips, creating a rhythm that matched the building pleasure between my thighs.
He picked up speed gradually, his hips thrusting against mine with increasing urgency. I used my legs to pull him deeper, and he captured my mouth in a kiss that stole what remained of my sanity.
His tongue stroked against mine in time with his thrusts, and that’s when I lost myself completely.
The forest faded away. The cold mountain air on my wet shoulders ceased to exist. There was onlyGrayson, his body moving inside mine, claiming me in a way that felt permanent, even though I knew it couldn’t be.
“So good,” he groaned against my lips. “You feel so fucking good.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. Could only hold on as he pounded into me, the water churning around us, pleasure building toward something explosive.
Thisis what it felt like to get fucked by a mountain man.
Oh my lord, let me die and go to heaven right now just so this can be the last thing I felt in life.
He was perfection. Allheatandhungerandman.
I was close. So close. And from the way his rhythm was growing sporadic, I knew he was too.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You make me crazy, Amelia.”
Water splashed around us, waves lapping against the rocks with each powerful thrust as he began to lose control.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he fucked me.
There was nothing gentle about it, nothing polite. This was raw need, all of our hunger compressed into this single moment.
“Grayson,” I gasped, my head falling back.
He took advantage of my exposed throat, his mouth hot against my pulse point. His teeth scraped across my skin, and I shuddered, my inner walls clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he growled against my neck. “Takeallof me.”
I bounced in his arms with each thrust, my breasts pressed against his chest. Steam rose around us, the mineral scent of the spring mixing with the musk of sex and sweat.
He shifted his angle and hit something deep inside me that made my life complete.
“Right there,” I moaned. “Oh,fuck, right there.”
He did it again.
And again.
Driving into that spot with relentless precision until I was practically delirious with pleasure. The sounds coming out of my mouth were embarrassing. Desperate little cries that I couldn’t control.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped.
