Page 13 of Possessive Mountain Man

Those words stuck in my mind as he ducked his head, placing a hand under each of my thighs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, ready to savor whatever he was about to do to me.

He was going to make me his. I’d had friends with possessive boyfriends in the past, and I’d always said I’d never want to be in that type of relationship. And I still didn’t.

But Hayden’s words made me realize possessiveness wasn’t always a bad thing. I’d be his, and he’d be mine, exactly as it should be. A relationship full of mutual respect and trust.

There was also the feeling that I’d never be with anyone else again. He was it for me, and I was it for him.

The second his tongue touched my clit, I cried out, arching my back. He’d opened the flaps on each side of the tent, creating a window of sorts that, along with the fans at the front, allowed a delicious breeze to flow through the interior. But that also meant if anyone was outside, they’d hear me.

But nobody was outside. I would have heard a car pulling in. I would have seen the headlights too. Besides, if anyone happened upon this campsite, they’d get what they got. It wouldn’t be the first time two people had made love in a tent on a campsite, and I was guessing it wouldn’t be the last. There was no way it would be the last.

“Oh,” I heard myself say as he settled into a rhythm.

I dared to open my eyes and look down at him. His eyes were closed as he fully focused on what he was doing.

I never imagined anything could feel this good. When I’d tried touching myself, it had been nothing like this. The slick feel of his tongue sliding over my already wet clit made it feel even wetter.

My body was building to something. I had no idea what would happen once I got there. I couldn’t wait to find out, though.

At some point, I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his sleeping bag. I wasn’t even sure when that had happened. All I knew was my back arched again as I tried not to squeeze my legs together. I didn’t want to crush his face.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I said. “Oh God, I think I’m going to?—”

And that was when my body went to the next level. It was like I came alive for the first time as every cell in my being homed in on that tiny, swollen bud at the apex of my thighs.

Holy hell, that was an orgasm. That was what I’d been missing all these years? It wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else, though. Even if I’d figured out how to do it on my own, it wouldn’t have felt like this. It was Hayden’s magic touch—that was what had unlocked this part of me.

When the sensations finally subsided, my eyes drifted open and I once again looked down at him. He lifted up, somehow aware that I’d orgasmed, even though I’d been pretty quiet about it.

“Can you tell?” I asked.

He frowned as he sat up, still positioned between my legs. “Tell what?”

“That I, you know…?”

He nodded. I still couldn’t say that word. It seemed vulgar, even though I knew it was safe to speak that way in front of him. He wouldn’t judge me. He might even like it.

“I knew,” he said. “I can’t explain how. I guess it was the way you moved. Your back arched and your breathing changed.”

I glanced at one of the open mesh squares. “I’ll be more vocal when we’re in a more private location. I kept thinking someone might pull up and catch us here. I didn’t want to be overheard.”

He shook his head. “Nobody’s going to catch us here. But yeah, I get it. I’ll just warn you that I’m not going to be quiet.”

His expression changed, and I saw in that instant that this was getting real. It was time. Time to lose my virginity.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded, squeezing my eyes closed, then popped them back open again. There was no point in putting it off. Sure, it would be painful, but we’d get through it together. Besides, I wanted him to enjoy himself as much as possible. Just because it was my first time didn’t mean he had to suffer.

He rose above me, his muscles bulging as he held himself up. I moved my legs into position on either side of his hips, aligning my body with his. His naked body felt so good against mine.

But what really got to me was the look in his eyes as he stared at me. He wanted me. It was more than just sex. He didn’t want me to leave town. He wanted to make me his.

That thought filled me with warmth. It was like a big, comfortable blanket wrapping around me. I’d never have to worry again. I would always be safe as long as he was in my life. He would never let anything happen to me.

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he inched his way inside. It was tight, and I knew it was uncomfortable for him too, but he continued to stare down at me. His eyes let me know he was with me through every step of this.

It didn’t hurt much. All I had to do was say the word, and he’d stop. He was going slowly for my benefit.

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