Page 7 of Caught with the Mountain Man

I scooted forward on the sofa cushion and settled a hand on each of her hips again. The panties were in the way, but I could work with that. I didn’t want to remove them until I was ready.

“Are you wet for me?” I asked her.

“Mm-hmm,” she said with a nod.

“Let me see.”

I slid two fingers between her legs, moving them over her panties. I let out a moan at what I found there. That area of her panties was as wet as if she’d just stepped out of the bathtub wearing them.

“You want me, don’t you?” I asked, looking up at her.

“Mm-hmm.”

It was a rhetorical question, but I’d take her answer. Not just take it but bookmark it for later, when I was relivingthis moment and wanted to remind myself that this incredible woman wanted me. And only me.

“I’m going to slide my fingers underneath,” I told her. “Will you part your legs for me?”

She didn’t say “mm-hmm” again. Instead, she did exactly what I asked, widening her stance until I could slide my legs between her thighs. Then I slipped my fingers underneath the cloth of her panties and groaned as I parted her folds.

Damn, she was wet. So, so wet.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

She seemed to be having trouble speaking. She gasped, then sighed, then finally said, “Good. Amazing. So…incredible.”

She hadn’t seen anything yet. I withdrew one finger and began stroking her clit while the other stayed inside her. It was a maneuver I’d perfected over the years after reading about it. But it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as when I stroked her clit while my cock was inside her. That I’d save for later.

With every gasp and moan that passed those beautiful lips, my cock grew a little harder. It was almost aching now, begging for release. There’d be time for that. Right now, this was all about her.

“Oh yes,” she said, her hands landing on my shoulders. She gripped hard, and I took that as a sign she was nearing orgasm. “Oh my gosh, this feels so… Ohhhhhh.”

There was something about her reaction that got my attention. She was caught up in the pleasure, but there was also a hint of surprise in her voice. Like she hadn’t expected it to feel like this.

Could it be?

“Wow,” she said as she leaned back a little to let me know she was done. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Is it always that way?”

“An orgasm?” I asked. “Yes. Should be. When it’s done right.”

When it’s done by me, I wanted to add. But of course, if I couldn’t keep her in my life after tonight, I’d have to accept it. I just wanted to show her what really good sex was like—sex where a man put her needs first. That way, no matter what happened, she wouldn’t settle for less than she deserved.

“Was that your first orgasm?” I asked.

She nodded. “I don’t know. I guess I felt like if I did something like that, it would be breaking the rules and karma would come for me.”

Karma would come for her because she explored her own body? That was a new one on me. Another thing I hoped she’d take from this was that there was nothing wrong with any of this, married or not. Sex was a beautiful thing.

“Take off your panties,” I said. “I want to see that pussy.”

Her eyes widened briefly, and I gave myself a big mental kick in the pants. This was a classy lady. A woman who’d never had sex before. Dirty talk waswayinappropriate.

“Can you say that again?” she asked. “It’s kind of…hot.”

“Take off your panties?”

“No, the other part.”

I smiled. That was music to my ears. I wanted to feel free to say whatever came to my mind when I was making love to her. If she liked dirty talk, all the better.

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