Page 10 of Mystery Mountain Man

A surge of sensual power rushes through me. I made him respond like that. I'm doing this to him. My body.Mytits.Mypussy. I rock against him, trying to match his thrusts

"Oh yes, fuck." Clint lets go of my breast, leaning back slightly to watch them bounce as he fucks into me with a raw power that leaves me breathless.

A gentle giant in the streets and a beast in the sheets.

"Oh god, I'm close," I pant out a warning, as little tingles of pleasure lick at my nerves, and he doubles his efforts. He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside me that sends a quiver throughout my body. I moan low and loud, hanging on for dear life as he thrusts into me, aiming for that same spot over and over again. I clench tightly and then it hits me. My eyes close as my whole body releases with pleasure. Clint pumps into me, bellowing out his release as fireworks explode in my brain, and I come so hard and long, I'm pretty sure I black out.

When I open my eyes, Clint is using the shirt I was wearing to clean us both up. He leaves the tent for a moment, coming back to hand me two pain relievers and a canteen. "In case you're sore," he says, and if my eyes could literally form into hearts, they would. When I'm done, he takes the canteen from me, puts it to the side, and then pulls the sleeping bag over us.

One of his muscular arms wraps around my waist, and I cuddle into Clint, making him my big spoon. "Um, we should probably... I'm clean, obviously. And I don't think I'm close to when I'd be ovulating, so we're okay there."

"I'm not worried," Clint assures me, and I decide I'm imagining the tone of possessive pride in his voice as I drift off into blissful, satiated slumber.

Chapter 7

Mimi

The next morning, I wake to Clint's fingers slowly rubbing steady circles on my clit, as he kisses up and down my neck. Moaning, I open up to him and drape my leg back over his thigh. At my silent invitation, he doubles his efforts, bringing me to an orgasm so fast little pinpricks of light dot my eyes as my core throbs with release.

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" I chant. When the final pulses stop, Clint continues kissing my body like he can't get enough of me. He murmurs softly against my skin. His hard length prods my backside, and I'm wide awake, ready to go. Turning, I kiss Clint's hard chest. He tries to pull me to him, but I resist, wiggling my way down until I'm between his legs.

I eye his cock. It's my first time seeing one up close and personal. I have a feeling Clint's is a particularly magnificent example. I swipe my tongue out to catch the bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I'm rewarded with a loud groan.

"Oh, baby. You're killing me." Clint throws his arm over his eyes, and I grin, loving the power I have over him. I lower my mouth to his cock, tasting him for the first time, and I close my eyes as the rush of sensations hit me. His skin is soft, salty from his dripping need, and I swirl my tongue around the tip, exploring him with my mouth.

Pierce once insisted on showing me how to give an incredible blow job using a banana. There was a lot of alcohol involved that night, and some of the instructions were drowned out by Dante chanting, "Don't use your teeth!" over and over, but I remember the basics.

I use my hand to pump at the base, sucking on the tip and then open my mouth wide to take him deeper and let my throat do some of the work. Clint writhes beneath me, grunting with pleasure, as if he has to stop himself from thrusting up into my mouth.

I want to make him lose control. I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue as I reach the tip again. I circle around the ridge at the head of his cock with little flicks, before taking him down as far as I can.

"Oh god. You are so fucking good at that." Clint tangles his hands in my hair, and I reward him with an extra swirl and suck. "Mimi, baby. I need to fuck you." Clint reaches for me, and I come off his cock with a loud popping noise. His hands dig under my armpits, dragging me up, and I laugh at his insistence. I grin as I grip his waist with my knees to straddle him. He's panting, and I put one hand on his chest to keep him down. I bite my lip, loving how his eyes darken when I lift slightly, my hand on his hard length, now dripping from his need and my mouth. I notch him at my entrance and slowly lower myself, moaning loudly as he invades my body.

Clint watches me, his mouth slightly open, his eyes straining in ecstasy as I take him fully, panting as I adjust. This angle is deeper. I'm so full. I whimper as I try to catch my breath.

"We can switch positions." Clint looks at me with concern, but his eyes are still dark with lust.

"No. Give me a minute." I squeeze my inner walls, and Clint let's out a hard breath; his chest heaves when I do it again.Hmmmm.

"Baby, are you okay?" Clint grits out. His eyes roll back slightly before he closes them tight, and I squeeze him over and over.

After I adjust to his length, or width, or both, frankly, I rock my hips slightly, and Clint groans. I lick my lips, moving again, circling my hips in a little "C" motion. I try to spell "coconut" with my movements like I saw in a video online one time. One I filed away for just such an occasion. Oooh, the "u" and "t" combo is doing something for me.

"Oh fuck!" I pant, moving again and again as Clint pumps up into me.

"Come for me, baby. You've got it. You are so tight, Mimi." Clint thrusts into me, and I can feel my second orgasm of the morning barreling down on me. I grip Clint's shoulders as I writhe erratically. He pumps into me, gripping my hips as we thrash desperately against one another, and I sob out, "I love you!" with my release.

"I love you, too, Mimi! Fuck!" Clint pumps into me once more and then stills before he follows me over the edge. I cling to him, riding out the end of my orgasm as hot ropes of his cum coat my inner walls.

I fall to his chest, breathing heavily. My brain is mush, even as I try to understand what we said to one another. Was it the throes of passion? Or, could he have possibly meant it? I know I did. His fingers stroke my back slowly, and I don't want to ruin this moment, but I have to know.

Slowly, I lift from his chest and find his eyes preoccupied with deep thoughts of his own. I open my mouth, ready to start the conversation, and a sudden loud rap against the door of the shed sounds.

We both freeze, and then a man's voice calls out, "Clinton?"

Chapter 8

Clint

---