Page 9 of Her Mountain Rescuer

Our legs tangle, my pussy a constant throb between my thighs as our breaths mingle. As his tongue slides against mine in a dirty, claiming rhythm that has me writhing against him. He breaks the kiss and drops his mouth to my jaw and then my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. I gasp, shuddering at the sensation. All of this is so new. So much more intense than anything I’d ever imagined. He sucks on a spot just below my jaw and I arch into him, moaning when I feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against me. I drag my nails down his impossibly broad back and he growls against my throat, pressing his cock into me.

“Tell me to stop, Hailey,” he rasps against my throat, his chest heaving.

“Don’t you dare,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. But he hears me, because he groans and kisses me again, his hands sliding down to cup my bare ass, pulling me even tighter against him.

His hands are massive and so, so warm that they feel like a brand on my skin, and I arch into him.

Beau breaks our kiss, his chest heaving as he presses his forehead to mine. The greens of his irises are almost entirely obscured by his pupils, the firelight dancing in their dark depths. “Hailey, sweet girl, we need to slow down.” His voice is a rough rumble, ragged and deep.

I blink up at him, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “Why? I thought you wanted…” I trail off, not wanting to finish that thought. Is he having second thoughts? Dread curdles in my stomach at the idea that he might push me away after this. After telling me he wants me too, after taking my first kiss.

He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. “No, Hailey, shh. I want this more than you know. But you’re a virgin. I need to take care of you. I need this to be good for you. As desperate as I am to get inside you, we need to go slow.” His eyes close briefly, as though he’s gathering up his strength. “You’re sure about this? About me? About…us?” He strokes his thumb over my cheek again.

A blush creeps across my face, and it’s hard to believe I was freezing cold not that long ago. “I’ve been sure for years. It’s always been you, Beau. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been waiting for you. Only you. I want this. I want you. I want us.” The wordussends a thrill spiraling through me, better and more intense than any roller coaster I’ve ever ridden.

A low groan rumbles in his chest, and he captures my mouth in another drugging kiss. His hands roam over my body, gentle and reverent, as if he’s memorizing every inch of me. He breaks the kiss, his beard scratching softly against my skin as he kisses his way down my neck.

“I promise, sweet girl,” he murmurs against my throat, “I’ll make this so good for you. I’ll teach you everything. Take care of you.”

His hands slip down to my hips as he presses his massive thigh between my legs. We both moan as my wet pussy brushesagainst his skin. I writhe on his leg, desperate for friction. The wiry hairs on his thigh tickle me as I grind into him. Beau’s eyes meet mine as he rocks me on his thigh. “You like that, sweet girl?” he murmurs.

I nod, biting my lip. “Yes,” I breathe. “It feels so good.” My clit is throbbing and I’m creaming all over his thigh as he kisses my neck, rocking me against him over and over again.

“So hot and wet,” he groans. “Such an eager little untouched pussy.”

His filthy words make me gasp, and my hips jerk against him. His hand slides down to grasp mine, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. His voice is a low, deep rumble, barely audible over the crackling fire. “Have you ever made yourself come, Hailey?”

I nod, my face flaming. “Yes. A lot.”

His eyes go molten, and he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning over my skin. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“You,” I whisper. “I think about you. I think about your…” I swallow, and he rocks me on his thigh in encouragement. “Your cock. What it looks like, how it tastes, what it would feel like inside me.”

He moans raggedly and takes my hand, guiding it down to the bulge in his underwear. He’s so hard that he’s tenting the fabric and a wet spot is forming. He’s dripping for me, just like I’m dripping for him.

“You feel what you do to me?” he rasps. “Every time I stroke my cock, it’s you I think about. Only you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your body. You. I can’t even come unless I think about you.”

“I’m the same way,” I admit. “Nothing turns me on the way you do.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I tentatively run my hand over his straining length, feeling the heat and hardness of him. He’s huge.

Of course he is. He’s huge everywhere else—why would his dick be any different?

Another thrill zooms through me. I don’t know how it’s going to fit, but I’m desperate to find out.

Beau’s hand covers mine, pressing it firmly against his cock. “Feel that?” he growls. “That’s yours, now. Every inch of me belongs to you.”

He gently moves my hand away and eases me onto my back. The sight of Beau above me, the firelight highlighting his muscular frame, his tattoos, the salt and pepper in his hair and beard, is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

“Spread your legs for me, Hailey. Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

I let out a half-moan, half-sigh, and Beau lays down beside me, head propped on his hand as he watches me slip my fingers between my legs. He lifts the sleeping bag just enough that he can see my fingers circling my clit.

“Good girl,” he rasps, and my hips move involuntarily at his praise. “Tell me what you think about when you do this.”

My breath stutters in my chest as I play with my clit, heat pooling low in my belly. “I think about last summer at the lake,” I murmur, my fingers circling slowly. I can feel my wetness dripping down, I’m so turned on. Beau’s eyes are like a brand on my skin as he watches me. “It was so hot, and I was wearing this tiny bikini, hoping you’d notice me.”

He groans softly. “The blue one. I remember.”

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