Page 13 of Mountain Man’s Curvy Girl (Summer In The Pines #4)
Ethan
Her words— I’m ready —are my undoing.
I brace myself above her, one hand cupping her cheek, the other gripping her hip, and I can feel her trembling under me. Not from fear—no, there’s no fear in her wide, trusting eyes—but from the anticipation that’s making my own body shake.
“I’ll go slow,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You tell me if it’s too much, sweetheart. You tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop.”
I groan, low and rough, the sound rumbling deep in my chest as I position myself against her slick heat. Her body welcomes me, her pussy soft and wet, but I take my time, guiding the head of my cock against her folds, circling her clit to hear those little gasps she can’t hold back.
“Ethan,” she moans, her voice trembling. “Please.”
“Patience,” I rasp, though my voice is just as shaky as hers. “I want to make this good for you, Chloe. I want you to feel everything.”
I press forward, the head of my cock breaching her entrance, and she lets out a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She’s so tight, her body clenching around me, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control.
“Relax,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her, my lips brushing against hers softly. “Breathe, sweetheart. Let me in.”
She nods, her chest rising and falling as she takes a deep breath, and I feel her body soften under me, her thighs parting just enough to let me slide in deeper.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice rough but steady. “You’re doing so good, Chloe. So fucking good.”
Her moan is soft, breathy, and it goes straight to my cock, the sound making me want to bury myself inside her completely. But I hold back, inching forward slowly, letting her body adjust to me.
“Ethan,” she gasps, her nails raking down my back as I push in further. “You’re… you’re so big.”
I groan, my head dropping to her shoulder as I fight to keep myself steady. “You can take it, sweetheart. You’re perfect. Made for me.”
Her body stretches around me, and when I finally sink in fully, I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning. She’s so warm, so tight, her pussy gripping me like she doesn’t want to let me go. I pause, giving her time to adjust, my hands cradling her face as I look down at her.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly, my voice rough but full of concern.
She nods, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Yes. I’m okay.”
“Good,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Because I’m going to move now, sweetheart. And I promise, it’s going to feel so good.”
I start slow, rocking my hips gently, and her gasp sends a bolt of heat straight through me. Her body responds immediately, her hips rising to meet mine, and the way she looks at me—like I’m the only thing that matters—makes my chest ache.
“Ethan,” she whispers, her voice shaky but full of need. “It… it feels…”
“Good?” I ask, a faint smirk tugging at my lips as I thrust deeper, earning another sweet moan from her.
“Yes,” she breathes, her hands clutching my shoulders. “So good.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I grip her hips, my movements growing more deliberate, more intense, and the sound of her cries fills the room, mixing with the soft crackle of the fire. Her pussy clenches around me with every thrust, her body arching into mine, and I know I’m done for.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “Say it, Chloe. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking on a moan. “Ethan, I’m yours.”
The words send me over the edge, and when her body tightens around me, her orgasm crashing over her, I follow, burying myself deep as I come, her name a rough growl on my lips.
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Chloe
I’m floating, my body trembling under Ethan’s as he holds me close, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, his breath hot against my neck, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more… complete.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, his lips brushing against my temple.
I nod, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. “Yes. More than okay.”
He lifts his head, his blue-gray eyes searching mine, and the tenderness there makes my chest ache. “Good. Because you’re mine now, Chloe. And I’m never letting you go.”
I smile, leaning up to kiss him, my heart swelling as his arms tighten around me. “I’m yours, Ethan. Always.”