Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

That went well!

Chapter Sixteen

Sylvia hadn’t asked Eric about his conversation with his brother even though she knew it had something to do with Emelia. Eric’s sister had known they were talking about her and she’d appeared more resigned than anything else.

The day with Emelia had been enjoyable though, at least before they reached the vista. Emelia had talked about her twin brother, Diego—about how much she missed him since he lived and worked in New York. Sylvia didn’t blame her for not wanting to stay with him after the tales she told. Her love for her sibling shone bright just like it did when she talked about Eric. Dante, though, she’d had a sad look on her face when she’d mentioned him briefly. The subject had been changed to what Sylvia thought was a safe topic. There was certainly something going on between them, but she figured Emelia would tell her if she wanted her to know. It wasn’t like they’d been friends for years.

When they got back to Dante’s, Emelia had gone out with a friend and Dante had retreated to his church, which meant Sylvia and Eric had the cabin to themselves.

She’d been slightly uncomfortable when Eric had made love to her the night before because she’d been afraid Dante and Emelia would hear them. Eric soon had her forgetting about his siblings as he’d used his mouth on her, which is what she was about to do to him.

She’d retreated for a nap again after lunch and as she crept down the stairs, she could see Eric lounging on the sofa with a paperback open, but splayed on his chest.

He was asleep.

Not for long.

With thick socks on her feet, Sylvia made her way quietly to the end of the sofa and admired the man lying before her. His long frame filled out his jeans and shirt just fine. The waist of his jeans dipped low, and his shirt had risen, which left the skin of his belly and the start of his V showing. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as she imagined licking all of his flesh, especially the one that had started to grow behind his zipper. That’s when she looked up and met his glittering, green eyes.

How long he’d been awake, she had no idea but at least she didn’t have to try and wake him before she started what she’d planned. The last thing she’d wanted to do was shock him awake with her touch, him being a former soldier and all.

“You look like you’re up to no good,” rumbled out of his mouth, dark and sexy as sin, his eyes hooded.

“Hmm. Maybe I am.” She straddled his lower legs, and dipped her head. Her hands fell to either side of his waist to hold herself above him as she placed a kiss to his navel. His belly quivered, his hips arched, and the gasp of pleasure that left his lips gave her the courage to carry on with her seduction.

She’d never taken the lead before, even though he tempted her like no other. “You keep your hands to yourself.” She warned and met his gaze while moving his shirt out of the way to give her access to his sculpted chest. “I want this off.”

“That can be arranged.” Eric grabbed the bottom of the shirt and yanked the garment over his head, letting it fall to the floor, all too eager.

Sylvia laughed and delighted in his moan when her tongue lapped at one of his nipples. It hardened under her assault, and as she moved to his other, Eric arched his hips into her. She smiled. He was impatient. The evidence was hard against her stomach. She wanted to tease him though. She wanted him as aroused as he made her.

His skin scorched her mouth, and as she moved lower, his breath hitched when her tongue dipped below the waistband of his jeans. The bulge covered by denim looked about to burst his zipper.

Wicked thoughts ran through her head, but the one at the forefront, she followed through and traced the thickness with her teeth.

Eric came up from the sofa with a curse on his lips, panting hard. “This is going to be over with quickly if you don’t slow down.”

“I can’t slow down.” The button snapped open on his jeans, followed by his zipper as Sylvia slowly slid it down. She gasped when his rigid erection burst free, nearly smacking her in the face.

With a giggle and some help from Eric, she dragged his jeans past his hips so she could fully cup him in her hands. He was impressive, and completely free of hair around his balls, but a small amount was trimmed where his V ended. Her hand twitched to slide through the dark hair, and as she leaned forward to swirl her tongue around the dripping crown, she did just that. The hair was silky soft and he twitched against her tongue.

Eric really was large all over and his cock enlarged even more with the caress of her hands and mouth. He tasted of musky male and she couldn’t get enough. All too soon, he reached for her and, with a slight tug of her hair, had her up against his chest, his lips sealed to hers.

With a growl he devoured her mouth. Not a crevice was left untouched while he flipped them over, which was easier said than done. But when she was flat on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, she slid her hands through his short, dark hair. He held her close and started to kiss down her neck, and he nibbled around her breasts through her shirt. It wasn’t long before his hands started to slide the shirt up her torso to bare her to his eyes.

“You make me ache. You’re so beautiful.” Eric flipped open the front fastening on her bra and cupped her large breasts in his hands. They overflowed but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his erection throbbed all the more where it pressed against her panty-clad pussy. She’d left her jeans upstairs when she’d woken because she’d planned on getting Eric aroused.

His thumbs grazed over her nipples before his head dipped. He left a trail of heat between her breasts, down to her navel and lower where he planted a kiss to her mound.

The heat she felt between her thighs had turned to an inferno, and if he weren’t careful, she’d be coming before he even got her panties off. Eric traced the seam of her panties with his tongue, his breath hot against her bare thighs.

He quickly kneeled and gripped her hips in his hands and brought her ass onto his knees. A hand slipped inside her panties and found her wet pussy. He stroked; his fingers were magic and had her strung so high that her orgasm had started to build low in her belly. It felt like a whole lot of fireworks were about to explode, but she didn’t want to come unless he was inside her.

He’d turned the table on her by taking over her seduction so she wanted to come on his cock. “Stop,” she blurted. “Get inside me.”

Eric quickly moved her panties to her hips to create space between the crotch and her pussy, then, gripping his thick shaft, rubbed it against her clit before he lined himself up and thrust all the way inside her.

She couldn’t breathe as her orgasm ripped through her. Her legs tightened around his hips as she ground on him wanting her climax to last. He leaned over and, sucking a nipple into his mouth, started to thrust, hard, back and forth. Her vaginal muscles continued to ripple along the rigid length of him until he pulled his mouth from her and started to enjoy his own release. His mouth clamped shut as he grunted and groaned. Every shallow thrust heightened her own arousal until she was coming again. She milked him hard with the pleasure fluttering through her.