Page 16 of The Mountain Man's Unexpected Bride
His hand goes to my knees, and he gently pushes my legs apart. This feels more intimate, and my body tenses.
"Relax, princess. I won't hurt you." He runs his hand up and down my inner thigh, just teasing my pussy. "God, you're so beautiful."
"Touch me, Brock."
"Is that what you want, princess?"
I start gently squeezing my nipples and realize I just might start begging my soon-to-be husband to make love to me.
"I want to be as close to you as possible. I want skin on skin. I need to feel you against me, Brock."
"Such a greedy little princess. I love it."
A shiver goes through me at the word love, but I push all the emotions aside. This is just about sex, about being intimate with one another. His touch on my leg becomes bolder as he brushes my soft curls with his fingers.
I'm already slick with arousal, and when he parts my lips with his talented fingers, they glide easily. The feeling makes my hips roll upward, and I almost stop touching my breasts. It's so intense having him caress me. It's so different than when I touched myself. Perhaps it's because his hands are rough from hard work, and even though he's being gentle, I can feel his calluses. The feeling makes me hot all over, and I start to burn for him.
"That's it, princess. Let yourself go. Feel everything that's happening to your body right now."
This man wants me to let go, and truth be told, I don't need any more encouragement than that. I push my hips against his hand, needy for more stimulation. He chuckles at my attempt to get him to keep touching me, but thankfully, he starts teasing my slit.
Up and down his fingers go, and when he brushes against my intimate nub, I almost jump off the bed. The feeling is so intense, I want to back off from it, but at the same time, I want more of it. I didn't know sex was so complicated.
"I love how wet you are for me, princess. It's making me a little crazy."
"Brock, I need more."
"You want my cock inside you?"
"Yes!"
"I need to prepare you first, princess. Stretch that tight little pussy of yours, so that when I make you mine, you only feel pleasure."
His fingers continue torturing me until I feel them tease my entrance. A deep need immediately goes through me, and I realize what I've been hungering for since our first kiss. When his finger enters me, I feel relief.
Because I'm so wet, his finger slides right in, but as soon as he tries to penetrate me with two digits things start to feel tight and I realize he knows what he's doing when he tells me he wants to prepare me for his hard cock —a cock that looks plenty big through his boxers.
As his fingers thrust in and out, it's not long before I'm rocking like a wild woman against his hand. Whimpers come out of my mouth without me knowing it, and my hands are at my sides, grabbing the bedding for something to hold on to.
"Brock, don't stop. That feels so good."
His eyes have this feral look on them, and I know he'll be inside me sooner than I expect. He doesn't stop finger fucking me, though. He keeps going in a rhythm that I know is going to kill me. Pretty soon, I'm on the edge of…something.
All I know is I want more of that something. I close my eyes and reach for it, and before I know it, pleasure overwhelms me and I'm screaming out Brock's name. The pleasure goes on and on, and Brock doesn't stop until I'm shaking and trembling on the bed.
I feel the bed move and realize Brock is lying beside me. I don't know why, but I can't open my eyes. This man just gave me an incredible experience, and I'm feeling a little shy all of a sudden.
"Open your eyes, princess."
I feel his fingers touch my lips, and I instinctively lick them. Is that what I taste like? Goosebumps burst all over my skin, and Islowly open my eyes. He's on his side, looking down at me, and I have the decency to blush.
"That was amazing, Brock."
"That's only the beginning. You look so sexy when you come for me, princess."
I give him a smile and take a second to check him out. His cock is practically bursting out of his boxers and I can tell he's not as calm and collected as he'd have me believe.
"What about you?"
