Page 17 of The Mountain Man's Unexpected Bride
"You're all that matters."
"I'm serious, Brock."
"So am I."
He leans down and starts kissing me. The intensity of the kiss could probably make me come again in a heartbeat. I try to pull him down to me, but he resists me. He takes that moment to get his boxers off and I watch in delight as his hard cock comes bouncing out.
I reach for it and am a little surprised that he lets me take him in hand. I stroke it tentatively and watch him close his eyes and throw his head back with a loud groan. I do this a few more times until I see liquid coming out of the tip. I lower my head and lick it with my tongue.
"Oh god, no. Don't do that, princess. I'll never get to fuck you if you keep that up."
I give him a sexy smile, but I stop doing what I’m doing because I want him inside me, badly. He pushes me gently back on the pillow and gets between my legs. He's holding his weight with his arms, but I love that part of his weight is on me and his cock is right at my entrance.
Sensing his hesitation, I place my hand on his bearded face and give him my truth.
"I want to be yours, Brock."
"I'll go slow."
"Don't."
"I don't want to hurt you, Savannah."
"You won't."
He uses the head of his cock to tease my entrance, then he slides it up and down my slit. It's complete torture, and it gets me whimpering once again. I look up at him, and he seems to be so caught up in trying not to hurt me that his body is tight like a guitar string.
I run my hands up and down his back, trying to soothe this beast of a man who is more careful than anyone has ever been with me.
"I'm ready, Brock. Make me yours."
He struggles with the decision, but I lift up my head and give him a tender kiss on the lips. That seems to change his mind, and then he starts pushing inch by inch into my hot, wet channel. I have to be honest, there's an uncomfortable pressure as he fills me up, but I relax into it and start enjoying the feeling of fullness that having his cock inside gives me.
Gentleman that he is, he stays still for a minute while I get used to him. I start soothing him again, rubbing my hands up and down his back and even daring to grab his delicious tight ass. Soon, my hips need to move, and I need Brock to cooperate.
"Brock, I need you to move."
"You want me to stop?"
"No, I want you to start moving. It's starting to feel really good having you inside me."
"Princess, I don't know if I can control myself."
"Then don't. I want you wild, my beautiful mountain man."
We kiss again, and he starts thrusting in and out of me. He goes slow at first, keeping a slow rhythm that I'm sure is intended to drive me insane. As the pleasure starts gaining traction once again between my legs, my moans start coming out louder and louder.
The sound of my cries seems to encourage Brock, and he starts plunging inside me harder and harder. The base of his cock grinds against my clit every time he's deep inside me and before I know it I'm right at that edge that will take me to utter and complete bliss.
"Oh god. It's happening again, Brock."
"Yes, princess. Let yourself go. Come for me again."
His words push me over the edge and my pussy starts convulsing around his cock. I can't help myself and scratch his back like a wildcat with all the pleasure I'm experiencing.
"Brock, please."
I'm not sure what I'm asking of him, but he's still plunging hard and fast into me. I'm literally melting into the bedding, and I feel beads of sweat drop from his forehead into mine. Before long, he lowers his head so that our foreheads are touching, and he's growling like a grizzly.
