Page 7 of Wanted Mountain Man

All of my emotions are bubbling to the surface, but I must not let Jack see it. This was like a business arrangement and I will try to keep reminding myself of that. No matter how much I might wish this could be long term. How perfect we could be together.

But I will guard my heart. I don’t want him thinking I’m too immature and young to handle this. My first sexual experience. But to him it was just what I asked for, nothing more. Nothing special.

“Why were you in such a rush to have sex for the first time?”

I try to shrug it off but he won’t let me get away with not answering the question. And so I tell him it all. That I have never felt beautiful. That I don’t know how to be sexy in front of a camera.

“April, you really are beautiful. From the minute I saw you I thought you were cute. Then a little bit aggravating.” I can feel his smile as he plants a little kiss on my shoulder. “And thenI just thought you were sexy as hell. And that was before you propositioned me for sex.”

I don’t have to question him. I can tell by his passion that he does find me attractive. But then again, he is a criminal on the run and has probably been up here for months. Maybe even years.

“I’m not good at anything. But at least now I have one less thing to worry about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always felt it was holding me back. Sex was this whole big thing I didn’t know about. But now I’ve had it. And it was great by the way. Thank you for that.”

“No problem.”

“I thought I might like to be a model for plus sized clothing. I like the idea of having a positive body image, we can’t all be size six, you know. But how could I be promoting positive body image when I didn’t have a positive image of myself. This feeling that nobody would ever have sex with me. But then I met you. And you obviously don’t mind what I look like. And I want to learn everything there is to learn about it.”

I know I am rambling. I can’t seem to stop. I feel all giddy with happiness and nervous at the same time. My romantic heart would like nothing better than to stay wrapped in his arms and have him confess his love for me now that we have had sex. But my realist brain knows that is not how things work. So I’m trying to be cool and guarded while letting him know I had a great time. A really great time.

“Learn about what?” His voice is a bit clipped. He has probably just never had a woman ramble on like this. I turn overand grin up at him. “Learn about sex. Now the first time is out of the way. I want to know everything. Different positions or whatever.”

“You want to have sex again?” He asks the question without emotion. “Just to learn a different position?”

I nod.

“Okay. Fine.” I watch as he sits up in the bed. His back against the bedhead.

“Come here.” He holds out his hand. He still shows little emotion but he must be okay if we are going to have sex again. I get up on my knees. My hand in his he pulls me up onto him until my legs are straddling his.

Sitting back on his thighs I look at him questioningly.

“You just want to use me for sex. Well have at it. I think you will find this position enjoyable.”

He moves his legs apart, my thighs opening wider with the movement. His hand gently stroked my pussy. I’m warm and wet when he pushes his finger inside and I let my head roll back with a little moan.

When I look down between us his hand is stroking his cock, already thick and rock hard.

“You know where everything goes now. If you want to use me to gain experience, then who am I to complain?”

I want to tell him that’s not how I want it. He is being cold and impersonal. Obviously hurt by my suggestion I was using him just for sex. I want to tell him it means more to me than that. That I was just being stupid. Trying to protect my heart from falling for him. I was going to tell him….

But his hand grabs my ass and drags me forward onto his cock. I gasp as he pushes into me. His big hands pulling mecloser so I take his whole shaft. It stretches me. But fuck me, this is what I want.

His hands drop away and I let out a little whimper. Sitting there. Impaled on his cock. I want him to move within me. I don’t know what to do. I grip at his chest. Grinding down with my hips.

“This is your game, little one. If you’re just using me, if it’s just my cock you want. Just the experience. Well you decide what happens next.”

I bite my lip as I raise myself up a little before sliding back down. My eyes flare wide at the sensation of it. The power of it. I move some more. Just my hips. Then up and down. Slowly. Long deep, angled strokes. I find some movements make him moan. I watch his face as I move up and down on his cock. I find a rhythm and start to ride him.

Then, with my hands gripping the bed head, I can get more traction. Angle his cock in different ways for different sensations. But my favorite is to sink down onto his beautiful shaft. To feel every inch of him. To bounce up and down just a little to feel him in the depths of me.

He likes it too. He tries to keep a straight face but he can’t contain his groans of pleasure. This feels so good. Wickedly sinful. Powerful. I like the control. But only for a little while. I find myself wishing he would take control again. I want him to fuck me like before. Fuck me like he owns me.

I’ll ride him like this, just for another minute, and then I’ll tell him. But I don’t have to. With a fierce growl he grabs my ass with one hand, the other, lost in my hair pulls me down for a hungry kiss.

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