Page 12 of Jealous Mountain Man
Oh, yeah. That angle was much better.
I kept my finger inside her as I ran my tongue over her clit. Back and forth, adjusting my movements in response to thesounds she made. This time, she kept her voice down, and I knew it wasn’t easy. She was obviously conscious that someone else could be nearby.
That was fine. She’d cry out next time—and there would definitely be a next time.
When both hands gripped my shoulders, I knew she was coming. I hadn’t even realized her hands were on me until then.
Finally, her grip loosened and her eyes opened. Orgasm number two, complete.
“I have protection,” I said, glancing over at the pile of clothes we’d left at the top of the steps. “I keep it in my wallet just in case. I’ll go get it.”
I pushed myself to my feet and walked over to my jeans to get the condom. My legs were actually shaking, and nothing had even happened yet. Not for me, anyway.
When I turned and started back toward her, I saw she was seated on the rock, palms flattened behind her, legs bent. They were tightly locked together, but I’d take care of that.
I ripped open the packet with my teeth and withdrew the latex circle, sliding it onto my erection as I walked. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes were fixed on my cock as I approached. Was she wondering if my size would bother her? It was sure to hurt, but that would be the case no matter how big or small I was.
It took some adjusting, but after a couple of awkward minutes, we got into a position that worked for both of us. The rock surface was hardly comfortable beneath my knees, but any pain I might’ve felt vanished the second my tip came in contact with her wet, slick entrance.
I stayed right there, watching her carefully for signs of pain. Impatience was a better description of what I saw on her face.
“Fuck me,” she said.
I bit back a growl at that command. Nothing in my life had ever been sexier than this woman saying those words to me.
Larsen wrapped her legs around me and nudged me deeper, wincing as the pain finally hit her. Damn, she felt good. I had to shift my mind to something else if I wanted to last any decent amount of time.
When she shoved me a little deeper, her cry of pain nearly gutted me. If her legs hadn’t been around me, I would’ve pulled out. Anything to keep from hurting this woman. How was it possible I already cared about her this much? I’d just met her.
Her eyes stayed closed, and I worried that was her attempt to battle through the pain. Maybe she was thinking happy thoughts, going to her safe place just to get through it. That bothered me more than anything. I didn’t want her to have to suffer, even for a second.
But then she moved her right hand to the area where our bodies joined, sliding it over her stomach first. That left her balancing herself only with her left hand.
I had to close my eyes as her finger reached her clit. I couldn’t watch. It was just too damn hot. For the next few minutes, I focused on not going too deep, which was an effort in itself. Every cell of my being wanted to plunge into her.
I was so caught up in restraining my inner urges that at first I didn’t realize she was breathing heavily. She was actually starting to enjoy this.
It started with a gasp, then a sigh. A whimper even escaped as she touched herself. Her lips parted, her head tilted back slightly. Oh God, she was giving herself pleasure. I kept my eyes tightly closed to avoid that image toppling me over the edge.
Just a little longer. I wanted to see if she’d come again.
Just when I started to think there was no way I’d make it, she let out a series of gasps, then a whispered, “Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.”
I dared to open my eyes. She was clearly in the throes of her third orgasm. That was enough for me.
I let myself feel. Let all my senses kick in—taking in the sound of her heavy, rapid breaths and those beautiful tits as she sat with her spread legs surrounding me.
My plan had been to come quietly, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a roar. As I pumped the last of my seed into the condom inside her, I finally went silent. Only then did I realize just how much noise I’d made.
I sure as hell hoped nobody was nearby. But if they were, and they knew it was me, I’d just shrug it off. No one would blame me for bedding the beautiful niece of my buddy. No one but him, actually, and he was dating someone Larsen’s age himself.
No, I had a bigger problem than that.
As I pulled out and looked down at the woman I was already starting to love, fear washed over me. I would die if anything happened to her, especially if it was because she was involved with me.
I had to keep her safe, whatever it took. It was a vow I made to myself. I had to do everything in my power to protect her. And if that meant not being with her, I’d do it.
But first, I’d try everything I could to fix my issues so we could be together.
