Rocky Mountain Wife (17 page)

She peered up at him. How did she tell him such a thing? On the other hand, how could she bear to wait? She’d been craving this for so long that the space between her thighs, deep beneath her womb hurt with an intense emptiness. It could only be filled by him.

His dark gaze latched on to hers, and it was as if he knew. There was no need for words as he backed her across the room and pressed her against the wall. He was peeling off his shirt, so she reached for his belt buckle. Her knuckles bumped the hair-dusted skin of his abdomen and her heartbeat leaped at the unique feel of a man’s skin. Then his fingers were on hers, moving to unbuckle his guns and unbutton his fly, and a groan escaped him when his freed erected sprung out. Long and thick, it jutted into the curve of her belly, proud and entirely spellbinding.

“Oh.” She wanted to run her hands over the impressive girth, to feel the beat of his life there and feather her fingertips over the fascinating flare of the tip.

But he pressed her against the wall, parting her legs with his knees.

“We’re just going to do this,” he told her, slipping his hands around to her bottom and then he was lifting her, moving her up the wall.

The mesmerizing velvet-hard feel of his shaft bumped against her bush and then her inner thigh. She hissed in a breath, trying to maneuver to get him at the wet, wet place where she yearned for him, opened for him.

They really were going to do it. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was like a dream—her fantasy—and she was going to enjoy it. There was the hot burn of his flesh piercing her—the coarse texture of his chest and thighs, the ripple of lean muscle and astonishing male strength beneath her fingers as she held onto his upper arms.

God, yes,
she thought, her head rolling forward as his hardness—delicious hardness—pressed into her. She arched toward him, surrendering to his urgent invasion. Time stood still—there was only his hardness pulsing just inside her, the pressure of her swollen folds giving way as his perfectly large penis surged deep.

“Oh, you feel good,” he murmured into her hair, his breath fanning the shell of her ear.

“So do you,” she panted out, feeling her core tightening like a fist around him. “Oh, I’m coming.”

“Let me help with that.” His hands clasping her bottom tightened, tipping her forward so her swollen, far too sensitive bud landed hard on the root of his shaft. As he bounced, thrusting just right, she exploded.

Oh, that felt good.
So good.
Oh, she didn’t want it to stop. She clutched his shoulders, arching shamelessly against him, throbbing around him, groaning as white-hot streaks of pleasure wrung her out, left her crying and panting and elated. She felt her wetness on him and as she came back to herself, he was watching her. His eyes black, his mouth a straight line, his jaw as tight.

He’d held back his climax to give her hers.

“You seemed to like that,” he murmured, letting his forehead rest against hers. He stared into her eyes, and tenderness shone there with a dollop of humor. “Would you like to have another one?”

“No, I’m done now.” She laughed, slipping her arms around his neck. “That’s enough. You’ll have to go. You know where the door is.”

“Right. I’m not going anywhere,” he growled, his mouth crooking up in the corners as he descended on her right breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple, creating all sorts of sharp, sizzling sensations. Pleasure speared through her, making her womb contract.

“Well, if you insist,” she pretended to concede, but she was already moving her hips, starting the rhythm that would bring them both the most pleasure.

A bead of sweat ran down Joshua’s forehead, and she loved his reaction to her. He wanted her, and his gaze was locked on hers. As if he wanted to see her experience every exquisite detail of him inside her. And oh, how she could. Her hips undulated, and she deliberately moved so she could feel the rounded tip of his penis as he sank hilt deep inside her, bumping against her womb. The flare of the head, that wondrous ridge as it stroked and hit a perfectly marvelous spot on her inner walls. The sensation was so sharp, she bit back a scream. She loved the feel of the thick root of his shaft against her slick folds, where they came together.

Then his mouth was hot against the curve of her neck, and his body shifted to pin her hard against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as he began to rock her. Every thrust seemed to drive him deeper into her. She bit her bottom lip, surrendering to the friction, the feel of him moving against her sensitive walls, the wetness of their flesh sliding together and apart. She loved the moan he made deep in his throat as he began to buck.

She was stretched to the breaking point. He was so big, stretching her as he swelled even more. She felt the first hard throb of his penis, the hot jet of seed spurting against her womb and her entire body clamped down on him in a teeth-clenching burst of an orgasm. She lost control. She moved, she opened her legs as far as they could go giving him everything she had. She screamed out at the keen-edged pleasure rocketing through her body. Her inner muscles throbbed, fluttering around him, gloving him so tight.

As sweet pleasure wrung her out, she could feel the pulse of his orgasm, the wet, heavy heat of his cum, and she opened herself fully to him, letting him bang her harder and harder as his big body rocked and thrust and finally came to a rest. One final pulse, one last jet of his seed and he held himself still for her.

She wasn’t done yet. She ground herself on the root of his penis, and surrendered, coming again. Her muscles squeezed around him once, twice, three blissful times. The last one gripped her from head to toe and every spot in between. She ended, crying out, and sank her face against the curve of his shoulder. His arms came around her with surprising tenderness and held her tight. Just held her.

She didn’t know why there were tears in her eyes. Was it gratitude? Was it relief?

Probably a little of both, she decided, pressing against his chest. He was solid and real, flesh and blood, and the comfort of being held by him put a lump in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting the moment to end. But his erection was gone, his shaft softening within her. She could feel the juicy wetness of their lovemaking and smell the salty, masculine scent of his ejaculation.

“Well, I should probably apologize for that.” He withdrew from her in one long pull.

The caress against her inner flesh made her shiver. She longed to have him back, to be filled by him again. She felt the stickiness of his seed against her very swollen labia.

“Yes, you should definitely apologize for that.” She was exposed standing in front of him in the lamplight, naked in a way she hadn’t been when he’d been inside her. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts. They were still swollen and pebbled, still aching for his touch. “Surely you noticed all my protesting.”

“It was hard to tell with all the grunting and moaning you were doing.” He made a fine figure, standing naked in front of the tub. He was perfect in every way, she decided, her gaze traveling south where his thick, long shaft dangled, moving in a mesmerizing, mysterious sway that had her womb contracting.

“I interrupted your bath. That wasn’t polite of me.” He picked up the towel and carried it over, holding it out for her to wrap herself up in. “I think the water is still hot.”

“I don’t want to finish my bath right now.” She let him wrap the terrycloth around her, breathing in the incredibly wonderful scent of his skin. So warm and salty, so masculine. Her feminine places throbbed for him, and she thought of the sperm he’d put inside her.

“What do you want, Claire?” He moved in, towering over her. He reached out to brush her wayward hair out of her eyes.

So tender. She trembled hard. She didn’t love this man, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him as if she did. “I want more.”

His eyes went black. A smile played on his mouth, a mouth that curved into the soft semblance of a kiss as he leaned in to capture her lips. Oh, even his kisses were like heaven. Sweet and sinful at the same time. A flick of his tongue, a playful suction on her bottom lip, and when he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her against his penis, it was already hard for her, thrumming against the curve of her stomach.

It was clear what he wanted, too.

“I can take you against the wall again,” he murmured in her ear, his breath hot, fanning over her ear. “Or we can try the floor. Or maybe something a little more comfortable?”

“Well, I want you right now.” She let her fingertips trail across his flat, muscled belly. He breathed in sharply. She kept going, wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft. She took a moment to admire this desirable part of him—the purple mushroom shaped head, the engorged veins in his shaft and the way it pulsed in her hand. She melted inside and went so wet, she could feel it slick on her thighs.

She’d never wanted anything more. He’d felt so good inside her, and she wanted him there again. Wanton, she gave a tight squeeze, peering up at him through her lashes. “So taking you upstairs to my bed isn’t a good idea, since I want you now. Right now.”

“As you wish.” He loosened the towel from around her breasts, his knuckles bumping her sensitive nipples. Acute sensation arrowed straight through her belly and throbbed once, twice.

This is just sex,
she told herself as he tossed the towel onto the floor and sat on it. He propped himself up against the wall, so glorious with his sun-bronzed skin, dark dusting of hair and hard muscles. There was so much about him that she adored. Her fingers longed to stroke and discover, to watch pleasure glaze his face as she took his thick girth into her mouth, but that was for another time.

“Come here.” He caught hold of the back of her thigh and pulled her over him.

She lifted a leg to straddle him, staring down at the soft, tantalizing flesh of his scrotum resting against his inner thighs and the inspiring length of his penis. Fully erect, bouncing slightly with his heartbeat, it stared straight up at her like an arrow at a target. Her stomach went hot and squishy.

“You’re smiling.” His low words were almost a growl of satisfaction as he caught her hands and gave a tug. She went to her knees, straddling his upper thighs, moving over the blunt tip of his shaft. She lined it up with her opening that was dripping for him, that was already sticky and wet from him.

“I keep thinking this is a dream,” he murmured, his hands on her thighs. His gaze was glued to the soft, pink exposed folds of her where she fit over him greedily. He grunted the moment she closed around him. “This is too good to be true. Women like you just don’t happen to me.”

“Oh, Joshua.” She slid down his shaft in one smooth glide, taking him into her body all the way to the hilt. “I’m your wife, and the way I see it, this is our right.”

“To have sex?” He gave a chuckle at that.

“To help each other.” She cupped his jaw with both her hands. “Right now I want you to help me come. It’s just been so long.”

Agony rang in those words, and somehow he could read the heartbreak in them. She ground her clit against the base of his cock and pleasure twisted across her face.

Nothing he’d ever seen in his life was as lovely or as arousing.

“Clay would never let me be on top like this.” She rose up, riding the length of him all the way to the top. Her heat gloved him and gave him a tight squeeze.

Air rushed out of his lungs in surprise. Hell, she was going to be the death of him. When he’d been fantasizing about her, he’d never imagined this. He tightened his grip on her slender hips and guided her down his cock hard, rough, until she was impaled by him fully and in a daze, panting. Her muscles surrounding him fluttered—so good. He gritted his molars, jaw clenched, hoping to hell he wouldn’t lose his load right then and there.

“I would have laid you down,” he confessed to her, leaning in to nibble the outside curve of her ear. “I want to stretch out over you, pin you down and pound into you until you scream my name. But the floor is hard. I didn’t want to lay you down on that.”

“It’s not all that hard.” Her eyes had gone black. A mischievous smile caught in the corners of her mouth. She squeezed him again like a hand gripping him.

“You like that.” He splayed one hand on her belly, below her belly button where the head of his cock resided inside her, nestled in her heat. He liked this woman. “You’re pulsing around me. You’re gonna come again.”

“I’m trying not to but, oh, I like it. A lot.” Her face contorted, even as she shuddered. She tipped her hips forward, changing the angle of him inside her, and he began to bounce for her, increasing the contact of her clit against his cock.

He loved watching her like this. Her head rolled back as she began to moan, began to thrust, riding him up and down like a bronco, biting her bottom lip so she wouldn’t scream as she came. The scream came anyway, and she went tight, writhing on him like some kind of sexual goddess.

Damn, she was beautiful. He was beyond gone, he didn’t even try to hold back the sensation gathering at the small of his back and deep in his balls. He let go, pounding up into her as heat began to pulse out of him. Damn, he was lost, just lost, completely out of control.

He came hard, spurting into her, growling at the release of pleasure that flashed like a red-hot explosion through him. The fierce, rhythmic release destroyed him and made him whole. His cock throbbed one final time, his seed making her even wetter as she fell against his chest, sated. Breathing hard, her hands slipped from both sides of his jaw and she sobbed once against the base of his throat.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her, just held her. He pressed kisses into her hair and listened to her breathing slow. Contentment filled him. He’d never known anything like the peace he felt right now. Sweetly, her lips brushed against his skin in feather-like kisses. Her lithe body moved against him, sleek muscles rippling beneath her satin-smooth skin as she sat up.

“I should be embarrassed that I came so quickly.” She gave her blond hair a push behind her shoulders. “But since you did too, I guess that makes us even.”