Page 8 of Caught with the Mountain Man

“I want to see your pussy,” I said.

I’d changed “that” to “your” to make it clear that there was only one I wanted to see. Only hers. For the rest of my life.

She stepped back, sliding a hand under each side of her panties and tugging downward. It took me back to earlier, when she’d removed her pants and top. I’d been so caught up in watching all of it, I couldn’t look away even though my goal had been to give her privacy.

This time, though, she didn’t take her eyes off me. She held my stare while she gradually bared herself. But when shestraightened again, her hands were held in front of that area of her body. She was still being modest. I got it. I just hoped in time she’d get comfortable enough to not feel shy being naked in front of me.

“Come here,” I finally said.

The words came out in a burst, and they were much harsher than I would’ve wanted. But she didn’t seem to mind. She started toward me, hands still shielding herself, and my heart began racing so hard, I thought it might pound right out of my chest.

It only took a few small steps before she was within reach. I pulled her toward me, a hand on either side of her hips again. It felt like we were settling into a familiar rhythm. I kept my eyes focused on her face as my mouth made contact, my tongue darting out to flick over her clit.

She gasped, then threw her head back. Yes, she liked this. But more importantly, she was letting herself go in front of me. That was exactly what I’d hoped would happen.

As I drove her toward orgasm, her breathing grew more erratic, then she gasped and said my name not once, but twice. I watched her out of the corner of my eye and saw her move one hand to her breast, running her fingers over her nipple and even pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. When she cried out, I grew even harder. It made me more determined than ever to take her all the way. The sooner she came, the sooner I could plunge inside her and make her mine.

“Oh, gosh!” she finally cried out. “It’s happening again.”

My eyebrows shot up at those words. Gosh? It? She seemed to have a hard time with dirty talk. I’d noticed she didn’t even use the word “God.” Was that part of her father’s rules? When I someday met the man, I’d have to make a note to temper my language around him because I definitely had the mouth of a sailor at times.

“Mmm,” she said when she was finished.

Her head dropped slightly and she stilled, confirming she was done. She might need a rest, and that would be fine. Maybe we could eat some more pizza. I’d stuff my erection back into my underpants and jeans and eventually it’d calm down. Not ideal, but Simone’s comfort was my top priority.

Suddenly, though, her head lifted slightly, and I saw she wore a sly smile. “Now it’s your turn.”

I didn’t budge, as much as my body was telling me to. “Are you sure? We can wait.”

“No way. Scoot back.”

Now she was the one calling the shots, and I liked it. I liked it more than I wanted to admit.

I did exactly as she said, gripping my cock in my right hand as if to calm it down. I was shocked when she chose to turn around and back onto my lap, facing away from me.

It took some time for her to get into position, but I helped steady her as she moved into place. When my tip came into contact with her warm, wet pussy, I almost lost it then and there, but I managed to calm my raging arousal a little while longer.

“That doesn’t hurt,” she said, sounding surprised as she slid downward. “I thought this would hurt.”

I opened my mouth to warn her that she’d barely scratched the surface, but it was too late. She plunged downward, then cried out, freezing but not pulling upward again. I wanted to withdraw, but my ass was as low as it could go on this damn sofa cushion. She was one hundred percent in control.

“Okay, that hurt,” she finally said.

I heard her let out a deep breath, then she pulled upward a little. But much to my surprise, she eased her way downward again.

I waited patiently while she seemed to work through the pain, bouncing slightly as she tried to ease me in. Normally, thatalone would push me toward orgasm, but I couldn’t enjoy this. Not when she was clearly in pain.

“It’s not hurting as much now,” she said. “Is it okay if I touch myself? That might make it easier.”

“Hell, yeah,” I said, then winced at my own slip-up. “Sorry.”

“You can cuss,” she said. “It’s kind of—oh, yeah—hot.”

The “oh, yeah” was said in a voice that told me she was definitely touching herself. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried not to think about it, but as her movements became bolder and quicker and her breaths grew shallow again, holding back was just about the hardest thing I’d ever done.

“That’s it,” I said. “Keep touching your clit.”

I paused to make sure those words didn’t bother her. But if they did, she didn’t show it. In fact, she started responding even more.

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