Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

The crying seemed to have stopped, and her breathing was shallow, which told him she’d fallen asleep. His heart ached at the knowledge that she’d cried herself to sleep…and all because of him.

He couldn’t leave her, so he slipped his boots off and moved closer to join her on the bed.

She woke up slightly and tried to push him away as he pulled her into his arms, but his strength won out as he nestled her against his chest. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” He kissed her brow. “I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. My only excuse is that I was pissed with myself for not being there with you when you found that note…and you didn’t call me yourself. That hurt me.” He caressed down her back and felt her relax into him slowly. He could tell that she was fully awake now, albeit silent. “Please forgive me, Sylvia. You mean everything to me. Please tell me I haven’t lost you.” He waited with baited breath for her to answer him.

“You hurt me, Eric, more than that note scared me. I’m sorry I didn’t call you, but I was afraid you would hate me for going to Yuri’s. Then you were there and all I wanted was your arms around me, but instead you stayed away from me and yelled. I probably deserved it, but you could have waited to yell.” She snuggled deeper into him, her warm breath against his neck. Her arm curved around his waist and kept him close.

A profound sense of relief washed through him at the same moment that she moved sensually against him. She insinuated her leg between his as her other lifted and curved over his hip. She always had him on a hair’s trigger and after their first fall out was no different.

His erection strained toward her and throbbed like a bastard; he wanted to be buried deeply inside her tight heat. It wasn’t helping having her pressed up close and personal as she rubbed against him.

Although his body screamed out for release, he’d be content just to hold her close all night while she slept. Their relationship might have started with lust but it had grown beyond and he wanted to prove that to her.

“Make love to me.” She sounded sleepy.

Eric groaned. “I was just thinking how much I’d love to just hold you all night while you slept. You don’t make it easy.”

“I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep unless you make love to me. Slow. Deep. Love.” She moved out of his arms and made quick work of her clothes. The moonlight seeped through the slats of the blinds covering her windows. He caught sight of the tracks of her dried tears on her beautiful face. Who was he to disagree if she needed him to help her relax and forget? He wasn’t strong enough to fight her especially as she lay naked beside him.

It took him less than a minute to get his clothes off and, if he wasn’t careful, he’d be coming in less than another. Her hand wrapped around him, her thumb rubbed the wet crown, and all he saw was stars as he strained to get closer. Her leg curved over his hip again so he was positioned above her. He growled when his balls rested against her pussy.

She writhed against him, coating him in her arousal as both her legs wrapped around his hips. She reached between them and took hold of his dick to guide him inside.

As the tip entered her, he gasped and felt his control slipping. The deeper he sunk, the more his balls pulled up. His cock lengthened and thickened as he held himself in her tight sheath. He could stay inside her like that forever and never want to leave.

Slow, she asked for and, although it’d kill him, he would give it to her.

“Slide your legs down so that your feet are between my legs.”

This would be complete torture, but in this position, he couldn’t go as deep and, hopefully, he’d have more control over his release.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Sylvia whispered, stretching with her arms above her head, her back arched.

Eric thought his cock was about to snap with the pressure around him as her sheath tightened like a strong fist, milking the trickle of precum that tingled through him.

Reaching up, he entwined their fingers together and pushed them down into the bed above her head. Their gazes met and held while he slowly dipped his head and captured her lips with his in a heated kiss. He told her with his mouth—and when he started to move, his body—what she meant to him. This was the apology that he wanted to give her for his harsh words, but he still added, “I’m sorry,” before he made the sweetest love to her with long, slow strokes.

It wasn’t long before Sylvia gasped and moaned into his mouth while she writhed on his cock in pure pleasure. Her pulsing walls gripped him, and he lost all control and came. He came so hard and long that he didn’t think it would stop. He wasn’t even sure he wanted it to stop. Even as Sylvia came again and flooded his dick, he released one last ejaculation.

Wiped out.

That was his first thought while his cock pulsed in tune to the small ripples that fluttered along Sylvia’s vaginal wall. Her smile as she met his gaze from beneath him lit her whole face.

He loved her.

He waited for the fear to materialize but it didn’t.

He loved her.

Why wasn’t he running?

Because, he loved her!

He returned her smile, withdrew, and moved to spoon behind her.

When he felt her settle, and her breathing evened out, he whispered, “I love you, Sylvia,” and bent to kiss her shoulder, which peeped out between all her blonde hair.

All he needed was the courage to admit his feelings to her when she was awake.