Page 8 of Relentless Mountain Man

The discovery in her expression just about did me in. But I held it together, thinking of anything but what she was doing to me. Sports scores. What I had for dinner. The joke someone told at the job site today. Anything but the feel of her hand sliding up and down my shaft.

Okay. This had to stop.

“Take off your shirt,” I said. “I want to see you.”

She tilted her head again, those eyebrows jumping slightly, then lowering. “You already did.”

But she released me and reached for her shirt—a plain pink cotton T-shirt. She shoved it up over her head, revealing a matching pink bra that barely held her enormous breasts.

“Fuck,” I said before I could stop myself.

It was just too much. She was too much. I couldn’t believe someone this perfect existed.

“What?” she asked.

The frown that took over her face told me my mistake. She hadn’t taken my profane outburst as a good thing. How could she even think that?

“You’re gorgeous,” I said.

Even that word didn’t cover it. I couldn’t think of a single word in the English language that described what I was seeing right now. She shifted into a smile, and it was like the sun coming out after a lifetime of rain.

She reached behind her and unclasped the bra, shimmying it down her arms and letting it fall. I refrained from another profanity, just staring at her face after briefly lowering my gaze to take in two large, pink-tipped breasts.

“You can touch,” she said.

Yes, this definitely was like a youthful make-out session on a couch. The type where people tried to get away with things. Experimenting. The thing was, I was pretty sure she was playing it up too. And if this was what turned her on, I’d do it all day, every day.

Going along with the game, I reached both hands out and cupped her breasts. It felt awkward from this angle. It’d be easier if she was facing the other direction, but then I couldn’t see them. And I would miss the way her eyes went heavy-lidded as my thumbs skimmed her nipples.

I leaned forward and kissed her, but my tongue barely slid past her lips when her hand wrapped around my cock again. Two could play at that game. I slid both hands down and unfastened her shorts.

That was when she broke the kiss and pushed away from me a little, standing to pull down her shorts and underwear. They fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked—aside from her tennis shoes, which she stepped out of and kicked aside.

I was just thinking about undressing when she came toward me again, straddling me—one leg on either side, pushing me back against the cushion. I was a strong man, so it would take quite a shove to force me, but I went all too willingly.

My hands settled on her ass as her head lowered to continue our kiss from seconds ago. She ran her hands over my bare arms, up to where my short sleeves covered them, making me aware that I still wore far too many clothes.

But if she didn’t mind, I didn’t either. Although it sure as hell would be nice to feel those tits against my bare chest.

By the time she decided to explore beneath my shirt, I was ready to do some exploring myself. I ran my hands up her thighs, my thumbs skimming the insides. My right hand reached the top of her inner thigh before my left even came close. I skimmed over the top of her thigh, teasing her, as she moaned against my mouth, letting me know my touch was having the desired effect.

I continued teasing her, moving my thumb along the outside of her pussy and making my way to her folds. I started to go straight for her clit, but I wanted to test her wetness, so I shifted my hand and slid my index finger inside her.

This time, I was the one who moaned. She was so wet, and all for me. I moved my finger in and out a few times, not going too deep, and her hips began gyrating in response.

She hadn’t seen anything yet.

Leaving my finger in place, I centered my thumb on her swollen nub, noting that it was slick too. That really got her hips going.

Finally, she had to break the kiss. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. It was the fucking sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her creamy skin. Her large, pebbled nipples arching toward me, begging me to take one in my mouth.

And that was exactly what I did.

As I continued my movements on her, I slid my tongue around each nipple. I took the right one into my mouth as I shifted my left hand back to palm her breast.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Keep…doing…that.”

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