Page 12 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)
Ethan
Her words are all I need.
“I want you.”
I’ve been holding back for so long, but now there’s no reason to.
She’s given herself to me, and I’ll make sure she knows exactly what that means.
I’m not just taking her—I’m claiming her.
Every inch of her, every moan, every shiver, every damn heartbeat.
She’ll know she’s mine by the time I’m done.
I push off the bed just enough to peel off my shirt, the cool air hitting my skin as I toss it to the floor. Her eyes widen the same way they did in the car, her gaze raking over me like she’s never seen a man before, and the heat in her expression makes my cock twitch painfully in my jeans.
“You’re staring,” I tease, though my voice comes out rough, more growl than anything else.
She bites her bottom lip, but she doesn’t look away. “You’re… you’re beautiful.”
I laugh softly, shaking my head as I lean down to kiss her. “Sweetheart, I’m not the beautiful one here.”
Her hands slide up my chest, her touch tentative but so damn soft it makes me shudder. She’s exploring me, and I let her, watching as her confidence grows with every inch of skin she maps out. When her fingers brush against the waistband of my jeans, I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips.
“Not yet,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her palm. “This is about you, Chloe. Tonight’s for you.”
I move back to her, my hands gliding down her sides, savoring every curve, every soft gasp that escapes her lips.
Her bra is delicate, lacey, and when I slide the straps down her shoulders, she shivers under me.
I take my time, savoring the moment, until she’s completely bare, her soft skin glowing in the firelight.
“Perfect,” I whisper, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. She gasps, her back arching into my touch, and I lower my head, my lips closing over one tight peak.
“Ethan,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair as I take my time, kissing, licking, and teasing her until she’s trembling under me.
Her thighs press together, her hips shifting as she tries to ease the ache I know she’s feeling, and it’s everything I can do not to rip my jeans off and bury myself inside her right then. But I won’t rush this. She deserves more.
I trail kisses down her stomach, my hands parting her thighs as I settle between them. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and warm, and when I press my lips to the soft skin of her inner thigh, she moans, her hips jerking.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, my breath brushing against her slick heat. “So responsive. Do you know how much that turns me on, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head, her chest heaving as she looks down at me, her wide eyes filled with need.
“I’m going to taste you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “And you’re going to let me. You’re going to let me show you how good it can feel.”
She nods, her breath hitching as I lower my head, my tongue sweeping through her folds in a slow, deliberate stroke. She cries out, her hands clutching the sheets as I take my time, tasting her, teasing her, letting her body guide me.
“Ethan,” she gasps, her hips rocking against my mouth. “I… oh my God…”
I hum against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble as I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking it gently. She’s soaking, her juices coating my lips, and I can’t get enough. She’s sweet, soft, perfect, and I want to drown in her.
Her body tightens, her moans growing louder, and I know she’s close. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and when she cries out, her pussy clenching around me, I feel like I could explode just from watching her come.
“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing my way back up her body as she trembles under me. “You’re so perfect, Chloe. So fucking perfect.”
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Chloe
I can barely breathe. My body feels like it’s on fire, like every nerve is still sparking, and all I can do is look up at him as he moves over me, his blue-gray eyes dark and intense.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I nod, my voice shaky. “Yes. That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss me, slow and sweet. “It gets better, sweetheart. So much better.”
He shifts, standing to remove his jeans and boxers, and when he’s completely bare, my breath catches. He’s… massive. Hard and thick, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, and for a moment, I’m not sure how this is going to work.
He sees the hesitation in my eyes and kneels back on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “We’ll go slow,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “I’ll take care of you, Chloe. I promise.”
I nod, trusting him completely, and when he moves over me, his body pressing against mine, I feel the heat of him, the weight, the overwhelming presence of him.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his lips brushing against mine.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice steady. “I’m ready.”