Page 16 of Devoted Mountain Man

DAYTON

Inever thought I’d say it, but I was grateful for every sexual experience I’d ever had that led up to this moment. It prepared me. It allowed me to know what to do to make Vanessa’s first sexual experience memorable.

As her back arched and she touched the ground behind her head again, this time with both hands, I decided that was probably a good sign that she liked what she was feeling.

She cried out again, her voice carrying through the air around us. It was doubtful anyone would be around to hear, but if they were, I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was making every day the best day of this woman’s life and repeating that every day. Eventually, we’d be sitting side by side on our front porch, rocking in our chairs and thinking about all the wonderful years we’d spent together.

“No more,” she said when her orgasm finally dwindled. She pushed herself into a seated position just as I was sitting up, my legs tucked under me. “Take off that underwear.”

The words themselves were just about enough to make me come. And that was the last thing I wanted to happen. But Idefinitely had to take off my underwear. She should see what I looked like naked before I nudged myself inside her.

And that was exactly why I stood and tugged down my underwear, letting them fall to the ground. I did the whole thing without taking my eyes off her face—I had to see her expression.

Her eyes weren’t on my face, though. Her gaze was focused on a very particular area of my anatomy.

I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Her expression was neutral. Was she impressed? Surprised? Disappointed? I doubted she was disappointed. I’d been gifted in that particular area.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “You’re huge.”

I wasn’t someone who blushed, but I felt heat rise to my face. I’d always loved a compliment like that, but coming from her, it meant so much more.

“Thanks,” I said. “Hold on a second.”

I hated to leave her, but there was one thing I desperately needed. We couldn’t move forward without it.

The trusty packet was in my wallet. I’d slid it in there a few months ago, just in case I got an opportunity like this. It was doubtful I would—most of the eligible women around here were just passing through, and one-night stands weren’t my thing—but I’d had a feeling I needed it, and that instinct had proven right.

I tore open the foil packet and extracted the circle of latex, then slid it on and tossed the packet to the ground. I made a mental note to grab it later. I was definitely not one to litter.

Only as I knelt between Vanessa’s legs did I remember that this was likely her first time seeing a condom in person. Her eyes were wide again. Should I have stopped to explain?

No, she no doubt knew what one was. She was just watching a man put on a condom for the first time.

“You okay?” I asked.

That drew her gaze back to my face. I was on my knees between her legs, and still, it felt like I was towering above her.

“Never been better,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across her face, and I knew she was okay with all of this. I was prepared to stop at any time if she felt the slightest bit uncomfortable. But this would be painful—there was no getting past that.

“I’m going to go slowly,” I said. “If it hurts too much, tell me so I can pull back a little.”

She took a deep breath, then squeezed her eyes shut. “I can handle it. Let’s do this.”

I almost laughed. She sounded like she was about to climb a mountain or jump out of a plane. But this was probably just as much of an adventure—making love to a man she’d just met.

It was something I’d done before, many times, but still this felt like the biggest leap I’d ever taken. Mostly because I knew this was forever. I’d never make love to another woman for the rest of my life.

I lowered myself until I was hovering above her, holding my weight with one hand while guiding myself with the other. As soon as I nudged her entrance, I realized how hard it would be to hold back. Holding back was the last thing my body wanted to do right now.

I gently pushed a little farther inside her, pausing along the way. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes shut. There was no visible sign of pain—just her bracing for it.

Fuck, she felt good. All warm and wet and tight around me. I moved my hand to the ground beside her, fully bracing myself as I went just a little deeper.

That was when she winced. Shit. I’d hurt her. I pulled back a little, and her eyes popped open.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

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