Page 10 of My Protective Mountain Man

I didn’t expect this. I didn’t come here looking for a man like him. But now I can’t imagine the woods, the wind, the quiet of this mountain—any of it—without him in it.

His hands roam up my back, rough and calloused, but so careful, like I’m something breakable. His body shields mine from everything outside, from the past and all the pressure I left behind.

It feels like falling. Like flying. Like everything at once.

When we finally part, it’s only by an inch. His forehead rests gently against mine. I can feel his breath on my lips, the way his chest rises and falls against mine.

Neither of us says anything at first.

I close my eyes and whisper into the silence between us, “I don’t even know what just happened.”

He touches my cheek, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “Yeah, you do.”

And he’s right. I do. I’m hopelessly his.

Everest’s eyes lock onto mine. “I want you, Sierra," He says, his voice a low growl. "I want to taste you, to feel you, to make you mine."

I swallow hard, and I swear I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. And a new reality hits me. I’ve spent so long focusing on school and work and getting ahead in life that I’ve never really made time for any semblance of a love life. I feel… inexperienced and inadequate.

"I-I've never... done this before," I admit looking down. I’m nervous. Scared. I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t wanthim to dismiss me as an inexperienced, naive little girl. I’m a woman. And this woman wants to give herself to him.

His smile is almost predatory. "All the more reason for me to be gentle," he replies, his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "But know this, Sierra. Once I have you, you'll be mine. Completely. I don’t share.”

I nod. Although I’m not truly sure what that means. I hesitate to clarify. I’ve spent so long trying to get ahead at work that I feel behind in my romantic life. All I know is that if he wants it, he can have it. "Okay," I whisper. "I'm yours."

He takes me in his arms, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I moan softly, my hands reaching up to his neck. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him.

He breaks away, trailing kisses down my neck, feeling his pulse flutter under my lips. He unbuttons my blouse, his rough fingers brushing against my skin. He unhooks my bra with ease. He’s clearly much more experienced than me. I relax slightly knowing that he will have no problems showing me how to please him… and myself. My bra flies across the room freeing my breasts, and he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until I am arching against him, my breath coming in short gasps.

He leads me to the bedroom, where he slowly undresses the rest of me, his eyes roaming my naked body. He places a hand on my thigh where he can see my tremors of anticipation, I can’t tell if I feel fear or desire. He undresses himself.

I can see his manhood. It’s thick and long and pointing directly at me. It strikes me in that moment that I have no idea what to do with it.

"Everest," I whisper, my voice thick with lust.

He looks up at me, "Yes, Sierra?"

"I want you to... teach me. Show me how.” I say, while I feel my cheeks flushing.

Everest smirks, “Come here.”

I sit on the side of the bed and he places himself in front of me, his cock poised at my mouth. Everest looks into my eyes, seeing the trust and fear and desire all mixed together. He pushes through my lips slowly, feeling the inside of my warm cheeks, my lips stretching to accommodate his girth. My nails grab the cheeks of his ass. I begin to move quickly back and forth. As fast as I can. I think this is how it’s done?

“Am I doing it right?” I ask, my voice muffled by his cock moving further down my throat.

He grins, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. “Go slow. It’s not a race. Let me enjoy your mouth. Let me guide myself down your throat. I want to savor the pleasure of being with you, Sierra.”

His hips begin moving slower, and more intentionally. His dick moves slowly in and out of my throat. I can feel him twitch in my mouth, his body tensing.

“Open up wider, Sierra," he commands. “I want to cum in your sweet little throat.”

I begin sucking harder, more intentionally, and mimicking his motions. My tongue swirls around his shaft.

"That's it, Sierra," he groans. "Suck my cock like a good girl."

My mouth starts to move up and down, my hands gripping his length. I can feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. He grabs my head, his hips pushing, his cum exploding into my mouth. I swallow, my eyes watering, my cheeks flushed.

“You did perfect for your first time. And now, I want to see you cum. You’ve never cum for a man before, have you?”

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