Page 15 of Devoted Mountain Man

Since he’d moved back, though, I took advantage of the positioning and shifted my hands to the fastening of his shorts. Was this bold? I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but getting him naked, getting me naked, and seeing what happened.

He didn’t seem to mind my boldness. In fact, he got the message to push things along. His hands moved to the button on my shorts, and we were both fumbling to remove each other’s clothes. I had to break the kiss to take off my shorts, and that was when he opened his eyes and scanned the length of me.

For the first time in my life, a man was seeing my naked breasts. Heat spread straight to the area between my thighs at the appreciation in his stare.

“Come on,” he said, tugging me toward the ledge.

My eyes widened. I wasn’t afraid of heights, but the ground dropped off suddenly. There was a grassy patch just before it, though, and that was where he stopped, pulling me into his arms for another kiss—this one slow and sweet.

This time, our bare bodies came together, and I sighed against his mouth at the feel of his hard chest against my bare breasts. I felt his bulge even more now. It was tough to miss withonly the thin cotton of his underwear covering it. I longed to touch it, to feel his strength in my hand.

I immediately felt naughty for thinking that way, but everything I was doing right now was a little naughty. I smiled inwardly at the realization that I didn’t mind that. Not one bit.

How we ended up on the ground was beyond me. I was pretty sure he coaxed us there. He held himself above me while he continued kissing me. Then he broke the kiss and looked down at me, his hands sliding up the outside of my thigh.

Suddenly, he ducked his head and began planting kisses across my chest, glancing up at me again before running his tongue over my nipple.

My back arched without me willing it as a rush of moisture surged to my most private part. “Oh, God.”

The words sounded like they came from someone else. My voice was deeper than usual—deeper but filled with wonder at the sensations rolling through my body.

I felt his hand moving over my leg, sliding to my inner thigh, going upward toward the part of me that ached for his touch. I expected him to slide his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear. Instead, he went straight to the crotch of my panties, skimming two fingers over it.

I cried out without even realizing I was going to do it. The sound just escaped. This voice sounded nothing like me either.

But I didn’t have time to think about it. His index finger settled on a specific spot at the top of my slit, rubbing in a circular pattern.

Fuck, that felt good. I didn’t cuss very often, but this merited it. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this.

I reached behind me, clutching a handful of grass as if to center myself. All I really managed to do was rip some of it out of the ground.

Finally, I flattened my palm on the grass behind my head as I arched my back again, his touch taking me toward what I knew would be my first ever orgasm. I’d seen it described many times, but no words could adequately cover what I was feeling right now.

“Oh yes…oh yes…oh yes,” I cried out as heat rushed through my body.

My pussy tightened, then released in a series of contractions that rocked me to the core. This…was…incredible.

“Fuuuuuck,” I said, drawing out the word.

That first orgasm seemed to drag on for hours and seconds at the same time. I never wanted it to end. But soon enough, it was over, and I was left feeling more relaxed and at peace than I had in years.

“That was amazing,” I said, looking up at him.

He still hovered above me. He was watching me. Had he been staring at me the whole time? No, I’d felt his tongue on my nipples throughout. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching me. He could have peeked every now and then—or kept his eyes on me.

I should feel self-conscious about that, but I didn’t. Having his warm stare on my face made me feel secure. Safe. Wanted. Like my entire life had been leading up to this.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that, he rose up a little, grabbed both sides of my underwear, and tugged down. I had to help him, wiggling around until they were removed. Then he moved between my legs, lowering his head to my stomach and kissing his way downward.

Oh crap. He wasn’t going to… Yes, he was.

He slid a finger inside me, not taking his eyes off me as he lowered his head and touched his tongue to that swollen bud.

Within seconds, I was heading toward orgasm number two. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I was going to have my first two orgasms before I’d ever even seen him fully naked.

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