Page 13 of Rough Mountain Man

He moaned as my body pressed against his. His hard-as-steel erection poked the small of my back, reminding me that this was all about losing my virginity.

Today, I’d be losing my virginity. But that wasn’t nearly as important as the fact that I’d be making love to this man I was already starting to develop serious feelings for.

One hand went to my breast while the other slid over my stomach and downward. I knew where he was going, and I didn’t dare breathe for fear of interrupting the moment. Sure enough, his finger slid inside me, just as he’d directed me to do earlier.

He’d find me wet. Oh, so wet. Wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

He followed the same pattern from earlier, immediately moving to my clit. I didn’t think it was possible to have two orgasms so close together—especially since this was my first time—but within seconds of him expertly moving over that little bud, my body was heating up again.

“That feels good,” I whispered.

I wasn’t even sure he could hear me. My primary goal was to keep anyone else from overhearing. We were in a public place, after all. Okay, it was deep in the woods. But my best friend was out here somewhere. She could stumble across us. And if she could, someone else could too.

Already, my body was heading toward that place again. It was now familiar to me. Everything tingled, and warmth spread through me. I was at the edge. Intense pleasure was just a breath away, and I wanted it to last forever.

A sound escaped me as my orgasm took over my body. I just hoped nobody else was around to hear. But maybe, as Ryan said, a good warning would be useful. This time it wouldn’t be me warning my friend while she was in the throes of passion. It would be me warning my friend to stay away just a little while longer…

He didn’t let up—not until I reached up with my left hand and touched his arm, letting him know I was finished. I was completely satisfied. But now what?

Did I turn around? No. I put my hands back on the trunk of the tree. That was what he’d instructed.

“Okay, spread your legs a little wider for me, baby,” he said.

Baby. Was that his pet name for me? He’d said it twice now. I liked it. But then, he could call me anything, and I’d melt into a big puddle of goo.

I spread my legs, then stepped backward a little. He kept a hand on each of my hips as he guided me with his voice.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warned. “There’s no way around that. Maybe we should?—”

“No, let’s do it,” I said, interrupting whatever he was going to suggest. “Let’s push past it. I’m going to get to the other side.”

And that summed up exactly how I felt about it. I wanted to get to the point where I felt only pleasure when he was inside me,and that would take going through a little pain first. Maybe even a lot of pain. But I was ready. I could do it.

He settled his tip at my entrance but didn’t go any deeper. He was hesitating, making sure I was okay. I got a little impatient, though. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my eyes closed, and backed onto him.

Sure enough, a sharp pain shot through me. The worst pain I’d experienced since I broke my arm at cheerleading camp in high school.

“You okay?” he asked.

Neither of us had moved for what had to have been at least twenty seconds, maybe thirty. He was afraid to hurt me, and I was in too much pain to keep going.

“Do you think it might help if you touch yourself?” he asked.

He had a point. It seemed like a waste of energy to touch myself, though. No way could I get turned on again. Not just because I was in pain, but also because I’d had two orgasms in the space of ten minutes. There had to be some kind of recovery period after that.

Still, it couldn’t hurt to touch myself, right? Might as well try it.

I closed my eyes and slid my hand to that area. Instead of the technique I’d tried earlier, though, I followed the quick back-and-forth pattern Ryan used.

He was right. Within a couple of minutes, I was in less pain. It helped that he wasn’t going very deep. And I certainly wasn’t going to try pushing things along again. I’d learned my lesson the first time.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait until this doesn’t hurt for you.”

The pain was better now. I tried to go a little deeper, feeling a little too confident since the previous pain had abated. But my new act of courage earned me another round of searing pain.I bit my lip and waited until it passed, somehow managing to avoid letting Ryan know.

I was no longer a virgin. I was post-virginity. I smiled at the realization. I’d not just lost my virginity. I’d lost it to the man of my dreams.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” he said, not even bothering to keep his voice low.

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