Page 19 of My Devoted Mountain Man

He stands up and takes me into his arms. This is the place where I feel safe and whole—in his arms. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses the crap out of me. There's hunger and passion in that kiss. Our tongues battle with each other for dominance, and I'm not afraid to let him win.

We stand like that for what seems like forever until we're both out of breath. I smile up at him when he stops kissing me and notice that the hunger from the kiss is reflected in his gaze.

"I need to be inside you so badly, sweetheart."

His voice is husky and makes me shiver all over. I turn around and let him lower the zipper of my dress. He does it slowly, using the opportunity to kiss every inch of skin he discovers. He pulls my dress off me, and I step away from it.

I chose some sexy underwear to wear tonight, and I can practically see him drooling with how turned on he is right now.

"You did this for me?"

"I wanted to look special for you tonight."

"You always look special, but right now you look good enough to eat."

He reaches for the clasp of my bra and tosses it down on the floor, on top of the dress, once he's gotten it off me. He carefully unhooks the garters and slides the stockings down each leg. His touch is heated like a brand on my skin, which has me trembling all over and feeling my juices start to drip between my legs.

When he lowers my panties, I swear I'm ready to beg him to take me, but Fletcher likes getting his way during our sexy times. His hands start to roam my body from head to toe. He lifts my foot and kisses the tip of my toes, then lets it down.

He slowly places kisses up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him to be right now. When he gets to my pussy he inhales deeply as if it’s the best scent in the world, and perhaps it is for him. I start to open my legs for him, but he stands up.

"Lie on your back on the bed and open your legs as wide as you can."

I love how the tone of his voice changes when he's being bossy, and I hurry to do his bidding.

"Reach down and touch yourself."

I slide two fingers up and down my slit feeling how slick my pussy is with my arousal.

"Open yourself up to me. Show me where you want me."

Right now I need to be filled, but I know he won't be hurried. So, I open my folds so that he can see me all pink and glistening for him.

"Do you want my cock? Do you think you're ready for it, or do I need to prepare you?"

"I can take you."

"That's not what I asked."

I feel the bed give when he starts crawling toward me. He gets awfully close to my core and my pussy pulses with need. He does nothing, though. Just looks at me like I'm the most delicious dish he has ever been tempted by.

And I want him to eat this dish so badly, but I know better.

"Use your fingers to fuck yourself. Show me how well you're going to take me."

I reach down and slide two fingers inside me. It's comfortable, and I know he's going to protest, but that's part of the fun of our little game.

"More, sweetheart. Two fingers are not enough. I'm much thicker than that, and you know it."

I decide to brave it and insert two more fingers inside. It hurts a bit, but experience says that his cock will definitely slide in better if I do this. I start thrusting in and out, and I hear moans and whimpers echoing in the room.

"That's it, Erika. You're going to be mine. I'll fuck you often and I'll fuck you well."

"I need you, Fletcher."

"How much?"

I'm fucking myself roughly and feel that little tingling starting to come closer, but I need his big fat cock to be deep inside me now.

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