Page 46 of Devoured By the Forbidden Mountain Man

My hands settled at her hips while I kissed the back of her shoulder. Water struck the muscles across my back, running down between us. I let one hand slide around Georgia’s waist and between her legs.

Georgia shifted closer to my hand immediately.

I rubbed her clit slowly, paying attention to the pressure that made her hips move rather than assuming she wanted what had worked the night before. Georgia leaned forward, giving herself more room while my other hand traveled over the wet curve of her ass.

“That’s good,” she said, the words softened by a breath. “A little harder.”

I adjusted.

Her response came through her whole body. Her thighs tightened; her head dipped; her hips rocked against my fingers until the contact grew slick and urgent.

I kissed her shoulder again.

Georgia reached behind herself, found my cock, and guided the head between her thighs. “I want you inside me.”

I moved my hand back to her hip and eased forward.

She took me slowly. The first stretch drew a long breath from her, and I stopped, holding still while her body adjusted.

Georgia pushed back after a few seconds.

“More.”

I gave her another inch and waited again, letting her decide when she wanted the rest.

When she finally settled against my hips, the tight heat around my cock almost ended the morning before it properly started.

I closed my eyes for one breath.

Georgia’s mouth curved when she looked back and caught me doing it.

“You okay back there?”

“I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”

Her smile deepened, but she didn’t turn the moment into another joke. Instead she moved her hips slowly, testing the angle until she found what she wanted.

I followed.

The limited space kept us close. My chest brushed her wet back when I leaned over her, and every thrust stayed deep rather than long. I returned my hand to her clit, keeping the rhythm steady while Georgia moved with me.

She wasn’t quiet about pleasure, and I liked that about her. The sounds changed as the pace did, from soft breaths to a low moan when I struck the angle that made her body tighten.

“There,” she said. “Stay right there.”

I did.

My other hand traveled over her ass. Georgia reached back, covering it with hers and moving my fingers lower until the heel of my palm pressed against one cheek and my thumb rested near the tight opening between them.

I slowed, understanding what she was asking but not assuming how far.

Georgia looked back.

“I want your thumb.”

The clear request hit harder than anything coy could have.

I stroked over her first, using the slickness already on my hand while I kept moving inside her. When the pad of my thumb circled the opening, Georgia shivered.