Page 34 of Mountain Trial

Luc touched her with the same steady pace, making her crazy with need. Soon he had two fingers inside her.

“I’m stretching you for my cock,” he said.

His words brought her close to coming. She shook her head. She couldn’t come yet. “No. Too much. You’re going to make me come.”

He nodded, and kept up the same steady assault. “I want to feel you come against my fingers.”

She shook her head. She’d never come more than once in a single session.

“I can’t,” she said. “If I come now, I won’t be able to―”

“You can,” he said. “Come for me, Kat, let me feel you.”

She stopped fighting against it. Instants later she was coming, hard enough that she knew he would feel it.

“That was … incredible,” she said, when she finally found her voice again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His hands caressed her waist, her arm, his touch gentle but firm at the same time.

Her hand went lazily back down to his cock. She sat up and positioned herself above him, straddling him. His erection jutted out proudly.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

He nodded tightly. “God, yes.”

He watched, his expression rapt as she took him inside her. She was wet but her muscles were still tight from her recent orgasm. In this position, his cock felt huge as she guided him inside her pussy. She’d never had a man inside her without a condom, and it made the act seem doubly intimate.

She eased down slowly, until he was fully seated inside her, and wriggled her hips, bringing herself pleasure. She watched his face, worried she might be hurting him.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said. “Looking at you like that is … heaven.” His large hands cupped her breasts―she’d never known the underside of her breasts could be an erogenous zone.

She moved up and down on his cock. It was unnerving, at first, the way his lower body remained so still, but she quickly forgot about it as his hands went around her hips, helping to guide her movement.

A strange, tingling feeling grew inside her. She felt like she was ready to come again, which made no sense because she’d already had an orgasm, but the feeling grew, and grew, until there was no denying it any longer.

“Luc,” she panted. “I’m going to come again.”

He nodded. “Me too.”

Instants later she exploded, her pussy clenching against him. At the same time, Luc's mouth thinned to a tight line, his eyes closing in rapture.

A few minutes later, when the post-orgasmic fog cleared, she lifted herself gently and lay on her side beside him, looking at him. He pushed a lock of hair from her face, hooking it behind her ear. His hand caressed her cheek. Kat felt herself reaching into his touch.

Strange how intimate that feels, after what we just did.

“I’ve never done that before,” she confessed. At his confused expression, she clarified. “Come twice, I mean.”

He seemed pleased. “We’ll aim for three next time,” he said, smiling.

An instant later his blue eyes went serious as he realized the implication of what he’d said.

“Goals … I like that,” Kat said, smiling. She looked down at them. “Let me … go get something to clean us up,” she said, jumping out of bed. In the bathroom, she found a small stack of clean white washcloths. She let the water run until it was warm, then wet the washcloth, bringing it back to the bedroom.

She would have washed him, but he took the washcloth from her and did it himself, his movements almost harsh.

“Are you okay, Luc? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, feeling like she’d committed some kind of faux pas.