Page 79 of Mountain Champion
And when she finishes my massage, I don’t do what my body is begging me to, which is to skip straight to the part where I sink deep inside her.
Instead, I stroke the massage oil across Angel’s satiny skin, memorizing each perfect curve and sweet little freckle.
I press soft kisses all over her body, noting which spots she likes best, like the sensitive spot behind her ear and another at the base of her neck.
Just as my hand is sliding over the swell of her ass, she rolls over. “I want more.”. A glance at her sheer panties shows the depth of her arousal. “I need more. I need… to feel you inside me.”
“I want that, too,” I reply. My voice is unexpectedly rough. “I want to feel your sweet body wrapped around me.” Grabbing hold of her filmy panties, I slide them down her legs. Then I take off her bra, leaving Angel gloriously naked.
A flush spreads across her chest. Her breasts rise and fall. “Yours, too,” she murmurs. “So we’re both naked.”
I yank my briefs off so quickly I’m amazed they don’t rip. My dick juts towards her, throbbing and ready. Pre-cum drips steadily from the tip. “Is that better?”
Angel nods. “Yes.” Then she wraps her small hand around me.
And oh,fuck, is it incredible.
After only a few strokes, I’m on the verge of coming. But I won’t allow that. Not our first time. Or ever.
I lower my mouth to her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. As I swirl my tongue around it, she gasps and arches her back. Her head falls back. Her mouth parts in a tiny O.
With one hand, I reach between her legs. I slide one finger inside her, then a second. She’s wet. Hot. Ready. Her legs fall open, inviting me in.
“Ronan. Oh.” Angel’s hips move restlessly. “I need you. Please. This is good, but…”
I curl my fingers inside her. “But what?”
“I still feel empty.”
Ah, fuck.
“Okay, cupcake.” I rock back on my heels. “I need to go downstairs. There are condoms in my bag?—”
“The nightstand.” Angel glances at the one to our right. “In the drawer. I bought some.” Her cheeks turn adorably pink. “They’re new. I hoped we might end up using them.”
The need to be inside her is more than an ache. More than desire. It’s an all-encompassing need. So I lunge at the nightstand and yank the drawer open, then stare in surprise at the jumbo-sized box of condoms inside. “A hundred of them?”
She giggles. “They were a better deal that way.”
“True.” I waste no time getting the wrapper open and rolling the condom on. Then I climb over Angel and brace myself above her. “Is it good like this?” I ask. “Or would you rather be on top?”
“You on top,” she replies quickly. “Just like this.”
“Okay, cupcake.” I notch myself at her center.
My heart slams hard in my chest.
This isn’t just sex. This is something much more important.
“Ronan.” Her legs come around my hips. “Oh. I need?—”
I do, too.
So I sink inside her. Slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. As I feel her body mold to mine, I start moving.
And it’s perfect.
All of it.
