Page 48 of Rescued By the Mountain Man Cowboy

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"Sure?"

"Yes, Luke. I want you. I want all of you."

I reach for the small jar I tossed on the bedside table earlier, after I got her settled, telling myself it was for chapped hands. I'm a goddamn liar twice over tonight. I get my fingers slick.

I work her open slowly. One finger. Patient. I rub her clit with my other hand the whole time, keeping her loose, keeping her flying. When she's pushing back on me, asking for more without words, I add a second. Take more time. Slick. Slow. I tell her things the whole time because I need her to hear them.

"Look at you. Taking my fingers like you were made to. So tight, baby. So pretty. You trust me, don't you? You trust me with this."

"Yes."

"That means something to me, Anna. You hear me."

"Yes."

"I won't ever break that."

"I know."

When her body's giving instead of resisting, I pull my fingers free. Roll on a fresh condom. Slick myself up generously. Brace one hand on her hip.

I notch myself against her. Press just the head against the slick give of her ass.

"Anna."

"Yeah."

"Push out for me, baby. Like a breath."

She does.

I sink in. Just the head. Slow. She gasps. I freeze.

"Talk to me."

"Don't stop."

"You okay."

"Don't stop. Luke. Please."

"Okay, Brown Eyes."

I press in another inch. Her hand fists the sheet. I reach under her and find her clit, slick and swollen, and rub slow circles there to keep her open and easy. I press in another inch.

"Luke."

"Right here."

"Oh."

"That's it. Take me. That's my good girl."

I bottom out. Hold. Don't move. Let her get used to me. My forehead drops to her shoulder blade. I’m sweating. My body screams at me to move. I don’t. This is about her, and I’m fucking doing this right.

"How does that feel?"

"Good. Oh God, so good."

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