Too Fast to Fall (Jackson Hole 1.10)

“Yes.” She arched into him when he pressed his hips to her generous backside and cupped her breasts in his hand. “It’s part of my plan to keep you from pulling me over again.”

“Letting me see you naked is not the way to keep me off your ass. Your instincts…” He snuck a hand down her stomach, loving the way her muscles jumped. “Are faulty.” She parted her thighs just as he realized it was all smooth skin between them. Christ. Smooth skin and wetness and…

She cried out when he touched her clit. “My instincts seem pretty damn spectacular right…now.”

He couldn’t disagree. He also couldn’t speak. She was liquid heat beneath his fingers. Slickness. Wetness. He needed to feel that around him. He needed to bury his cock inside her right now, but he was still wearing jeans, still separated from her body by torturous millimeters of denim and cotton. And he couldn’t let her go, because she was working herself against his fingers now, her hand pressing his closer as her other hand rose to grab the nape of his neck.

God, she needed this. She was on fire for it. But he felt insane with the need to sink himself deep. To lose himself inside her. He slid his hand lower and drove two fingers into her pussy.

“Ah!” she cried out. “Yes. Just…”

Her fingernails dug into his neck as he held her with one hand and used the other to tug at the button of his jeans. He finally freed his cock and immediately pressed it to the warm skin of her ass. The feel of her body soaked into him, bringing just enough pleasure to make him groan in pain.

“God. Jenny. Please.”

“Don’t stop,” she urged as his fingers slipped out of her.

“Please,” he begged. “I need to—”

“No!” Her hand tightened around his wrist. She needed it so badly. He couldn’t say no. But his cock ached, feeling too thick for his own skin.

“Please,” he rasped. “You want me inside you, don’t you? You need it?”

She nodded.

“Then just give me one second. Please.” Fuck, he’d get on his knees and beg if she wanted him to. “Give me a second and then I’ll fuck you. Deep and—”

She moaned and let his hand go so he could dig the condom out of his pocket and tear the package open. His hands shook, but he managed to get the condom on in record time. He had a brief, frantic thought that he should turn her around. Ease her onto the bed. Kiss her. Take her gently. It was their first time.

But Jenny had other ideas. She raised one foot to the mattress and tossed an impatient look over her shoulder. Nothing gentle, then. Not this time. Nate bent his knees slightly, notching the head of his cock against her. He eased up slowly, pressing in, opening her for his body. When she gasped and swayed, he curved an arm around her chest to hold her steady as he pushed relentlessly in.

Her voice edged into breathlessness. She whimpered his name, but Nate didn’t stop. He pressed deeper into her tightness, nearly dizzy with relief and pleasure and animal satisfaction as she squeezed around him. But when he was as deep as he could get, the satisfaction turned immediately to clawing hunger.

He pulled her tight against his chest and slipped his fingers along her slick flesh until he found her clit again. When he withdrew and thrust into her, Jenny cried out so loudly it was nearly a scream.

“Is that what you wanted?” he growled into her ear.

“Yes,” she panted, the word pushed out by a hard thrust of his hips. “Yes.”

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, and then he couldn’t say more, because it was too much. Too good. Too hot and tight as she arched her back to take him deeper. He tried to concentrate on his fingers, determined to get her off and fully aware that if he focused on the exquisite slide of her body around his cock, he’d lose it. He’d come fast and hard, and he needed that, too, but what he absolutely couldn’t live without was getting her off. Hearing her scream. Feeling her shudder around him.

God. Please.

She said his name then. Her body went taut. She threw her head back.

Please. Yes. Come for me. He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Jenny.”

She cried out then, her hips jerking against his hold, against his cock. Nate closed his eyes, determined not to come yet. Determined to let her ride every spasm as it shook through her. She sounded just as he’d imagined she would, desperate and wild and beautiful, her voice breaking into little bits of joy that burned straight through him.

He drove himself into her, finally, over and over, until his own climax crashed into him. He clenched his teeth against the painful wave of pleasure, biting back a ragged cry. When he was spent, he eased Jenny down to the bed before he slid free of her body and collapsed to the mattress.

Thank God they’d been at the bed, or he might have simply fallen to his knees like a dying man. He felt as if his soul had been scooped out. Jenny looked similarly weak, from what he could tell past the mess of golden hair that had fallen over her face. Nate reached to the table to grab a tissue and get rid of the condom before collapsing again.

He turned toward her and tried to ease some of the hair from her face. “Are you in there?”

“Sorry,” she whispered before she shoved her hair back. “Here I am.” Her cheeks were flushed already, but they turned pinker as he watched, and her eyes slid down to focus on his chest. “So.”

He tipped his head to try to catch her eye. “Are you okay?”