Page 11 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)

Ethan

She’s trembling under me, her soft body flush against mine, and every ounce of restraint I’ve ever had is hanging by a thread.

But this isn’t about me—it’s about her. It’s about making this perfect for her, about showing her how good it can feel when she gives herself to someone who will treat her like she deserves.

“Relax, sweetheart,” I murmur, trailing my lips along her jaw. “I’ve got you.”

She nods, her breath hitching as my hands slide over her waist, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. Her body is warm and inviting, and when I press my lips to the curve of her shoulder, she lets out the softest little whimper that goes straight to my cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” I whisper, my voice rough but steady. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Her lips parting as she meets my gaze. “You… you make me feel…”

“Good?” I ask, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I slide my hand lower, my fingers brushing against the lace of her panties.

She nods quickly, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Yes.”

“Good,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her again. This time, it’s slower, deeper, my tongue teasing hers as I press her back against the bed. My hand slips under the lace, and when I feel how wet she is, I groan softly, the sound rumbling deep in my chest.

“Fuck, Chloe,” I growl, my fingers sliding through her slick heat. “You’re so wet for me. So perfect.”

Her hips jerk against my hand, her thighs trembling as I circle her clit with my thumb. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and the sound of her soft, breathless moans fills the room.

“Ethan,” she whispers, her voice shaky but full of need.

“I know, sweetheart,” I say softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. “And I’m going to make this good for you. I promise.”

She nods, her trust in me written all over her face, and I slide my fingers lower, pressing one gently inside her. She’s tight—so tight it takes everything I have not to lose control right then and there—but I go slow, letting her adjust, watching her every reaction.

“Does that feel okay?” I ask, my voice low and rough.

She nods, her eyes fluttering closed as she bites her bottom lip. “Yes. More.”

I add another finger, moving carefully, and her breath catches, her hips arching off the bed as I curl my fingers just right. Her pussy clamps around me, hot and slick, and I growl softly, my free hand sliding up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple through the lace of her bra.

“Ethan,” she gasps, her voice trembling as she clutches at me. “I think… I think I’m…”

“Let go, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her neck. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”

Her cry shatters the quiet, her body shaking under me as she comes undone, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my sides. I don’t stop, don’t let up, drawing out every last wave of her release until she’s gasping for air, her hands tangled in my hair.

“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her softly. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

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Chloe

I can’t catch my breath. My body feels like it’s floating, like every nerve is still sparking with the aftershocks of what Ethan just did to me. He’s hovering over me, his broad chest rising and falling as he looks down at me, his blue-gray eyes dark and stormy.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft but rough, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nod, my lips trembling as I try to speak. “Y-yeah. I’m okay.”

His lips twitch into a faint smile, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

My breath catches, my heart racing as he shifts, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. He’s still fully dressed, but the hard press of his cock against my thigh is impossible to ignore, and the thought of what’s coming next makes my pulse quicken.

“Ethan,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I…”

“I know,” he says softly, his thumb brushing against my hip. “And I’m going to take care of you, Chloe. I promise. But I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the storm of nerves swirling in my chest. “I want you.”

His eyes darken, and he leans down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. “Good,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Because I’m going to make you mine, sweetheart. Completely.”