Page 19 of Single-Dad: The Mountain Man

As I ride his gorgeous face, my head swims with pure, blinding pleasure and all of the nerve endings come alive and electrify my body.

“Come,” he invokes, his hoarse voice muffled by my sex.

I gyrate and twist until the muscles in my body tense and contract and spasm until a wave of pleasure washes through me, relaxing every muscle.

Momentarily, I black out. And when I open my eyes, I wake to find strong arms coiled around me.

“How are you feeling, angel,” he hums into my ear.

“Like I’m in heaven,” I whisper, drowsily. “I don’t want to move.”

“Me neither. We can stay like this for a bit, but I want to take you home,” he murmurs against my hair.

Home. A feeling of comfort, safety, and unwavering love washes over me.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, nuzzling against his chest.

* * *

Back at the cabin,he envelops me in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I feel weightless, like a doll, and my heart flutters.

He bought a pack of condoms from the drug store in town, so I’m about to lose my virginity to the man I’ve always loved.

I sweep the thought under the rug because the anticipation is too much to bear.

“I’m all sweaty from ourworkout,” I say. “I need a shower.”

He burrows his nose into the hollow of my neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like a dream come true,” he purrs.

“I’m sure you’d say that, I’m covered in your scent.”

“And your point is?”

“So, you’d much rather I go without showering? You’re crazy, Shane.” I slap his chest playfully.

“All I’m saying is that we have two days til the kids get home to indulge our cravings. Showers and clothes take up too much time.”

“Well, you know, we can have fun in the shower too?” I say, suggestively.

“Now you’re talking, angel.”

He takes me to the shower and I even convince him to lather us in my essential oils. At first, he grunts, reluctantly, but soon is consumed with desire. The slightest touch makes his muscles bunch and flex.

He roams my wet skin, immersed in his soul-deep connection with my body. As I work my hands up and down his erection, his arousal grows until we’re no longer washing each other. We start kissing with pure passion and there’s nothing stopping the fire that blazes within us.

“I want to take you here,” he growls. “But I’ve dreamed of you being in my bed for so long it doesn’t seem right.”

I hear it in his tone. He’s asking for permission. He wants to give me the best pleasure, it’s all about me. And for the first time ever, it feels like someone is thinking about me before they make decisions about my life.

“Take me in your bed.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs to rally against his wild, untamed lust for me. He wraps me in his strong arms and carries me to his bedroom.

My heart thumps in my chest as he puts me down on the bed, gently. I bemoan the loss of his touch but only for a brief moment because then his strong, muscular body presses me onto his mattress.

I dip into a pool of his senses his gorgeous manly scent carries from the sheets and engulfs me.

I stare up at his naked body in anticipation and then down at his hungry cock.

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