Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

Sylvia held his head to her breast and ground down on him, her breath caught in the back of her throat as she started to flood his cock with her release. She rippled around him, the pleasure took her under and time had no meaning as she felt him enlarge before he roared through his own pleasure.

Her channel continued to ripple around him in small tugs of after tremors. Between her legs, she felt soaked as their joint release trickled out of her, and she’d never felt so limp after sex. Although there was nothing limp about Eric.

He made her feel sexy and hot, everything that a woman wanted to feel when she was with a man. She felt like she could take on the world with Eric, well, once she’d caught her breath.

“I can’t fucking move.” Eric laughed. “Unless you count sliding to the floor.” To prove his point, he held her in his embrace as he let his legs take them to the floor.

Sheathed inside her channel, he kicked his jeans off completely and spread out on top of Sylvia’s sweat soaked body. The feel of every inch of him as he covered her was amazing and she hoped it would always be like that with him. She hoped that they’d have more than just this…although this was amazing, she wanted more than a two-night stand.

They’d gone on a date, which meant something to her, and she was positive that it had to him as well.

There’d been enough thinking for one night, and that was her last thought before she cupped his chiseled jaw and brought his mouth down to hers in a kiss of pure sin. She wanted him to feel what he did to her—the all-consuming passion that he sparked in her body that no one else ever had. She wanted to be the one he needed, and wanted. The only one.

Chapter Nine

There had to be something wrong with him. Eric had been in his kitchen for the past fifteen minutes cooking breakfast for the woman who was currently curled up in his bed. It had taken a great deal of strength for him to leave her there, and not to wake her to start all over again.

Last night left him unsettled even though he tried to push it to the back of his mind. Sylvia was under his skin, and she had been for months. Now that he’d admitted it to himself, he needed to keep her close instead of doing what his head was telling him to do and push her away.

He’d never had a relationship before, but he knew from the start that Sylvia would be different than any other woman, which was why he’d used her friendship with his cousin Ramon as an excuse to keep away from her. She had him by the balls, and for now, he had no choice but to see where she’d take him.

She certainly took him to paradise last night. More than once. As he flipped the bacon on the skillet, he thought of her creamy thighs that she’d wrapped around his neck while his face had been buried between her legs. Her scent and taste was unique to Sylvia. He could have stayed with his nose and mouth buried in her sweet pussy all night long, but his own need had risen quickly. It had been all he could do to untangle himself from her legs before he shoved his cock home and came with a roar.

So engrossed in his memory of her, he hadn’t heard her slink up on him, but he sure as hell felt her as a finger traced down his spine, dipping into the back of his sweats. He froze and felt his arousal heighten when her arm curved around his stomach. Her breasts crushed against his back while her hand bumped into his rigid erection, which was hard to miss.

“Mmm,” she mumble

d as she wrapped her fingers around his girth. “You’re certainly awake.” She kissed his back as her thumb glided over the plump head of his shaft. Her gentle fingers caressed him, and as she tightened her grip, Eric couldn’t control the tingle of precum that raced through him to drip from the bulging crown.

He knew breakfast was going to have to wait, and that she’d be late for work, but he needed to feel her tight sheath as it held him inside her.

Growling, he turned the burner off and spun around to grip her hips.

Her eyes widened when she realized she’d unleashed the beast, but he didn’t give her time to think and went for what he’d begun to crave.

His hands on her hips, he lifted her off the floor and placed her on the counter, away from the dishes and their sizzling breakfast.

No words would come to him while his arousal reached breaking point, so he dropped to his knees between her thighs. He spread them wide and pulled her closer to his waiting mouth. The impatience he felt with her was going to be the death of him.

As he shoved his sweats past his hips, he gripped his cock with one hand while he used his other to open her sweet pussy lips to his gaze and then his mouth descended.

He growled with the taste of her on his tongue, and he gave a hard tug to his own flesh when Sylvia wrapped her legs over his shoulders. Her trust in him was a huge turn on, and his cock ached to be inside her tight sheath. This time though, he planned on having her come apart against his mouth before he took his own pleasure. At least that was the plan until he glanced up at her and watched as she rolled and pinched her nipples. He found it so hot that she would pleasure herself with him watching. Her head was thrown back and all he could think about was seeing her fingers inside her wet heat while he watched from across the room, his dick in hand.

“Give me your hand,” he asked, taking her fingers from one of her breasts. He caressed her stomach before he brought it to touch her clit. “Rub yourself.”

Sylvia hesitated, but as soon as Eric inserted a finger inside her, she gasped and started to rub.

Eric lost it at the sight and shot to his feet. He met Sylvia’s eyes, and knew she was just as lost as he was. In one quick thrust, he was buried balls deep inside his woman. Her flesh surrounded his and held tight in a fist like grip that made his head spin.

“Eric,” Sylvia moaned, as he flexed his hips. “Please move.”

He didn’t need telling twice, and although he wanted to prolong the inevitable and have her on his mouth, his hard as fuck dick had other ideas.

He was so hard that he wasn’t sure he could get any harder. Every bit of skin was pulled tight over his length and he pulled all the way out before he slowly pushed home again. Slow and smooth wouldn’t do it, especially with the way Sylvia looked at him. Her legs hooked over his hips, and her hands reached up to cup his face. It was the tender look on her face that made him knock everything behind her to the floor before he pushed her down. He kissed and licked his way up from her navel and made sure to lavish attention to her breasts that were swollen with need. Her nipples were sensitive, large, dark buds. When his tongue lapped against them, Sylvia nearly took flight from the countertop and her vaginal walls clamped down so hard on his dick that he saw stars.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You have to stop doing that or I’m going to be coming before you.” He stood and gripped her hips. “I can’t go slow.”

“I don’t want you to.” She chewed her bottom lip, which distracted him and made him crazy. “Fuck me, Eric.”