Page 6 of Protected By the Mountain Man

“That feel good?” he asks, lifting his mouth to mine once again.

“Yes,” I answer between kisses. “So, so good.”

“Good,” he says, lowering his mouth to my chest once again, working my breasts between his mouth and hands. I could burst from this alone. I feel my hips beginning to move against his thigh between my legs, desperate for some friction, any sense of relief.

“You want more, my perfect girl?”

“Yes, Scott, god yes,” I say, no longer embarrassed by my need for him.

With a chuckle he lifts off of me, removing his own shirt to reveal a toned, but not overtly muscular torso, clearly honed from hard work rather than hours at the gym. He’s dusted with black hair that travels under the top of his jeans. He notices me ogling him and just smiles at me, not even the slightest bit self-conscious as he takes off his jeans, leaving him only in a pair of black boxer briefs, stretched to the limit with his length.

How will that ever fit inside me?

“Let me see the rest of you, beautiful,” he says, interrupting my thoughts as he reaches for my leggings and slowly pulls them down my legs. I didn’t bother putting on any underwear and I feel a shock at my bareness.

He eyes my core with the same reverence he’s looked at the rest of me all night. He glides his thumb through my center and I shiver at the contact.

“So wet, is that all for me?” he asks as he lifts his thumb to his mouth and licks me off of him, eyeing me as he waits formy answer. I feel a flush at the sight, in complete awe of how thoroughly and openly he’s been appreciating me.

“Yes, yes, it’s all for you, it’ll always be all for you,” I say. He hums his approval, thumb still in his mouth.

“Sweet as candy, just as I knew you would be,” he says. “I’m going to taste the rest of you now.”

I don’t have a chance to reply before he is on his stomach between my legs, one hand pulling apart my folds with the other splays on my hips, holding me in place.

The first swipe of his tongue against my clit feels like a zap of lightning. He works me in a rhythm, sucking and swirling until I feel my hips lifting closer to his face, dying for the release I can feel myself of the brink of.

“So wet for me, honey. Do you like my face in your pussy?” Scott asks, raising his head and I can see my drippings covering his beard. The sight of this gorgeous man covered in me is almost too much for me.

“I… I love it,” I stutter out, “it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I finish shyly. He smirks at me and dives back in, sliding one finger into me as his tongue continues to lap at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His finger curls in just the right spot and he suctions himself to my clit, sending me over the edge. I see stars, feeling pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.

Thank God I came back to Cedar Ridge.

Chapter Four

Scott

I feel Ava’s walls pulsing around my finger, her clit still in my mouth, and I think this might be what heaven feels like. She is the perfect woman, so willing and eager for each new touch, it makes me hard to even look at her.

I can feel myself grinding into the bed, moments away from bursting in my underwear like a teenager, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Of course I’ve been with other women before, but none of them ever made me feel likethis.

I’m overwhelmed by how much I want her, how much pleasure her pleasure has brought me.

“Oh my god,” Ava gasps out as the last waves of her orgasm begin to dissipate. I rise, laying myself down beside her. “That was incredible,” she says, turning towards me and I pull her against my chest.

“Youwere incredible, honey,” I say, planting a kiss on the crown of her head. “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” She turns red at that and I can’t help but laugh.

“Do you… do you want me to help you with that?” she asks, eyeing my still rock-hard cock.

“No, tonight was all about you, honey. There will be plenty of time for me later. Let me get you cleaned up.”

I lay her gently back against the pillows before rising and heading to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as I turn the faucet on. I splash cool water all over myself, hoping it will calm me down enough to lay down next to Ava for the rest of the night. This is a major test of my self-control, but I have the rest of my life to fuck her into oblivion.

Tonight was about making her comfortable, showing her how good we can be together. And I think it’s working.

I take a few more breaths before switching the faucet to warm water, grabbing a cloth from the shelf beside the sink and dampening it before heading back to my delectable woman in the other room.

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