Page 123 of Beneath the Mountain Sky

Each thrust cements him deeper, re-solidifies that bond we finally found again, the one that was always there, but that I somehow forgot.

Never again.

My eyes flutter open to meet his, and he stares down at me, his mouth slightly open, his breath ragged as he plows into my cunt.

He grits his teeth, a muscle in his jaw ticcing as he fights his own release. “I want you to come again for me.”

“Wh-what?” My head swims, barely coming down from the last one. “I’ve already come twice. There’s no way.”

I can’t.

My body already feels wrung out.

Decimated.

Ready to collapse into a pool of post-orgasmic, boneless sleep.

He adjusts his grip on my neck and tightens it. “You’re going to come again before I do.”

Fuck, he can’t be serious.

“I-I don’t think I can.”

“You will.”

He pulls out of me so abruptly that I gasp, then releases my leg, drags me off the counter, whips me around, and bends me down over it. My chest presses into the butcher block as he draws my hips up and back to position me how he wants me.

Warm breath flutters across my cheek as he settles his rock-hard chest to my back, tilting my head to the side until my gaze meets his. He grips his cock, aligning it with me again, and pushes in.

I groan, all the air rushing from my lungs at the feel of him this way.

In this position, he’s so much bigger.

Not just his cock.

ALL of him.

He’s all over me.

Completely enveloping me with his body. His breath. His scent. His touch.

His love.

It’s exactly what I need.

What I’ve always needed.

A safe haven.

A home.

And he is it.

He stills, seated fully inside me and groans—that rumble against my back, pinning me even harder in between him and the counter. “You are going to come again for me, Honeybee. I need to feel this pretty cunt of yours squeezing my cock. One. More. Time. And then, maybe, I’ll devour you again after.”

I whimper.

The thought of another orgasm like that is far too much to bear in this moment.