Page 43 of Mountain Void

“Come here,” he said, lifting her in his arms. She curled around him, light and solid, and he was struck once again by how much he’d missed her. To what extent he’d learned, during their marriage, that sex was the two of them together—how it’d always been in her body, her breath, her kisses that his pleasure had been found. No surprise, then, that after the divorce he’d found it difficult to find that with anybody else.

Her breath brought him back to the present. Her mouth found his, her tongue, which still tasted of him, hot and urgent on his mouth, his chin, his neck. He grasped her butt tighter, stumbled once, but made it to the bed.

He didn’t let her down immediately, enjoying the feeling of her strong, slim thighs wrapped around his hips way too much. Through her panties, he could feel the heat of her core as it rubbed against his over-sensitized cock.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said.

She nibbled on his ear—her breath hot and sexy. “Let me down and I’ll take care of it.”

He set her down but kept a hand on her ass—he didn’t kid himself it was to steady her. His free hand moved up her side, her back.

“Does this thing have a zipper?” he growled.

Charlie shook her head.

“Good.” He pulled on her left shoulder strap, baring and kissing that shoulder before moving to the other side and pulling down on the soft black fabric. Down until her pink nipples were exposed. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“You think I need one?” she asked playfully.

“You could poke an eye out with those nipples, honey.” He took one into his mouth, pinching the other one gently between thumb and forefinger.

Charlie arched into his touch. “That feels so good.”

He released her nipple and blew gently on it. “It’s going to feel even better,” Lorenz said, pulling the rest of her dress down until she stood there in only her heels and a tiny black thong. He pulled the silky material down and helped her step out of it, but stopped her when she made to take off her heels. “I want to make love to you with those heels on.”

Charlie’s eyes widened—the word love wasn’t one she’d expected, clearly.

It also wasn’t one he’d meant to utter.

“Well, get on with it, then,” she said, waving in the general direction of his clothes.

Lorenz’s pants were already undone. He pulled them down and off. His socks and boxer shorts followed. His cock sprung free, thick and hard, wanting only one thing, to be inside her.

Condom first, asshole.

He had to protect Charlie.

“Come here,” he said, as soon as he was ready.

He lifted her from the waist and settled her against him—right against his erection. Right where he needed her. She moaned, arching herself against his heat as she raised her eyes to his—her pupils dilated so her eyes looked almost black, except for that thin ring of steel on the edge.

She’d looked into his eyes in the same way before, as they made love. But he wasn’t going to make any assumptions. He was going to learn everything about her, all over again.

He walked forward until her back was against the wall—not a slam, but not gentle, either.

She gave a small, approving groan.

“You want me inside you?” he asked, lifting her higher. Her wetness coated his cock. Supporting her with one hand, he slipped his other hand between them, spread her lips to dip his index finger inside. She was wet, but he wanted her wetter. He wanted her ready when he finally penetrated her, so all she felt was pleasure.

He spread her wetness from her slit all the way up to her sensitive clit, loving the way her whole body tightened.

“There,” he said, soothingly, though his finger against her clit was doing nothing to soothe. He slid his thumb rhythmically along the small nub, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Get inside me,” she begged. Her arms closed around his shoulders, bringing him closer, as her head hit the wall behind her. “Please.”

It was the please that undid him.

He shifted his hips forward, aligning himself carefully with her entrance before he pushed in—slowly, so slowly. In this position, she felt impossibly tight.