Page 14 of Guard Bear (Return To Fate Mountain #5)

One thick finger slid into her easily. She was so wet there was no resistance. He crooked his finger, searching, and found her g-spot with uncanny accuracy.

"There." She could barely speak through the pleasure. "Right there. Oh god, right fucking there."

He added a second finger, stretching her while his tongue worked her clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. She rode his face, chasing her pleasure, using him for her own satisfaction.

His fingers pumped steadily, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. His tongue never let up on her clit, licking and sucking in the rhythm she'd shown him. The wet sounds of his mouth on her, his fingers moving inside her, filled the small room.

"I'm going to come." The words tumbled out between gasps. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. I'm going to?—"

Her orgasm crashed over her without warning.

White-hot pleasure exploded from her core, radiating outward in waves.

She ground against his face, using her grip on his hair to hold him in place as she rode it out.

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers, her clit pulsing against his tongue.

Andre worked her through it, fingers pumping steadily, tongue never stopping even when she was oversensitive and shaking.

Only when the last aftershock faded did she release his hair.

Her hands were cramped from gripping so tight.

Andre sat back on his heels, face wet with her arousal from nose to chin, eyes bright with satisfaction and unquenched need.

He licked his lips, savoring her taste, and the sight made her clench again.

"Holy shit," Joy managed, still trying to catch her breath.

Joy looked down at his jeans, where his cock strained against the denim. Her mountain lion rumbled with renewed hunger. She'd come hard, but she wasn't nearly satisfied. She needed more. Needed all of him.

"Stand up," she commanded. "And lose the pants. Now."

Andre stood immediately, hands going to his belt. The leather whispered through the loops. His fingers fumbled with the button. Joy watched, enjoying the show of his desperation.

The zipper came down with a metallic rasp. He shoved both jeans and boxers down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and glistening with pre-come. The size of him made Joy's mouth go dry. Her pussy clenched, already imagining how he'd feel inside her.

"Sit." She pointed to the spot beside her on the couch. Andre sat, his cock jutting up from his lap. A bead of moisture gathered at the tip. "Condom?"

"Wallet. Jeans." His voice was strangled.

Joy bent to grab his jeans from the floor. She found the wallet, pulled out the condom, and tore the wrapper with her teeth.

She rolled the condom down his length slowly, gripping him at the base. He was hot and hard in her hand, pulsing with need. When she gave him an experimental stroke, his whole body jerked.

"Joy, please." He was begging again, and she loved it.

She positioned herself over him, using one hand to guide his cock to her entrance. Just the tip pressed against her, and they both groaned. She was so wet, so ready, but she forced herself to go slow. To savor this moment of power.

Andre's eyes locked with hers as she began to sink down. Inch by torturous inch, she took him inside. The stretch burned perfectly, just shy of too much. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, but he didn't try to control the pace.

"Fuck," he breathed when she'd taken him to the hilt.

Joy took a moment to adjust to his size, then began to move. Slow at first, learning what angle worked best. When she found it—the one that had his cock dragging against her g-spot with every movement—she set a steady rhythm.

"That's it," Andre groaned. "Ride me. Take my cock."

His words shot through her like lightning. She braced her hands on his shoulders and rode him harder, chasing her pleasure. The wet sounds of flesh sliding over flesh filled the room. The couch creaked dangerously beneath them.

"Touch my clit," she demanded.

Andre's thumb found her instantly, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with her movements. The dual stimulation had her racing toward the edge embarrassingly fast.

His other hand gripped her hip harder, pulling her down as he thrust up. The new angle made them both gasp.

"God. You’re so fucking hot," Andre's voice broke with emotion.

“I’m going to come.”

"Yes," Andre encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Come on my cock.”

Her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train, making her cry out his name. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, gripping him like a vice.

"Fuck, Joy." Andre's hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as her orgasm triggered his. "I'm coming. God, I'm coming so hard."

"That's it," Joy gasped, still riding out the aftershocks. "Give it all to me."

She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing with each release. He came with a hoarse shout, his head thrown back against the couch, the cords in his neck standing out. His hips jerked up involuntarily, driving himself deeper.

Andre's whole body shuddered beneath her. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, pulling her down hard against him as the last waves rolled through him.

"Jesus Christ," he panted when he could finally speak. "I've never... Joy.”

Andre's arms came around her, holding her close as they both struggled to catch their breath. She could feel him softening inside her, but neither made any move to separate. The connection felt too good, too right.

"You're incredible," he murmured against her hair. "You’re literally the most beautiful woman in the world. You’re a fucking goddess."

She smiled against his chest, feeling powerful and sated. "Andre…”

They stayed joined for long moments, neither wanting to separate. Finally, Joy lifted herself off him, both of them hissing at the loss. She disposed of the condom while Andre watched her with soft eyes.

"Stay tonight?" she asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable in the aftermath.

"Yes." No hesitation. "Always yes."

"No claiming," she reminded him, needing to be clear even in this soft moment.

"I know." He pulled her back against him, skin to skin. "I would never…”

"Good," she said. "Let's go to bed."

They climbed the ladder to her loft. In her narrow bed, they arranged themselves carefully—Andre on his back, Joy tucked against his side. It was a tight fit, but neither complained.

As sleep pulled at her, Joy realized something had shifted. Not just the physical intimacy, but something deeper. She'd shown him what she needed, and he'd given it willingly. This could definitely work.