Page 17 of Mountain Man Crush
He gently lays me back on his bed and the smell of him surrounds me. It’s deep and woodsy, with a hint of oak and smoke. As he crawls up my body, his lips land on my neck and he begins kissing down over my collar bones until my shirt cuts him off. His strong hands grab at the material and he yanks it up over my stomach and chest. I pull it over my head and toss it into the floor.
As his mouth continues to kiss lower over the swell of my breasts, he unfastens my bra. When it pops open, my breasts bounce and spill out. He pulls the material away, revealing my body to him. His hands move up to cup my breasts, massaging and squeezing, caressing. He kisses down between them, then over to the right where he sucks my already hard nipple into his mouth. His mouth shoots a row of fire straight to my belly where it erupts and consumes all of me. I’m burning up from the inside out, but I’m in no way ready to stop.
He flicks his tongue against my nipple, making a quake roll through my body with every lap of his tongue. He runs circles around it and then sucks it into his mouth with the perfect amount of pressure. It isn’t light, but it isn’t too hard either. It’s some strange mix of perfectly painful and arousing. When he releases my nipple, he moves over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention while his hands work to unfasten my jeans.
He sits back on his knees and picks up my right ankle. He unzips my boot and pulls it off, tossing it into the floor before pulling off my sock and turning to do the same with the other foot. When my boots and socks are gone, he reaches for the waistband of my jeans. His blue eyes meet mine as he tugs my pants down my body. His jaw is flexing and relaxing and his Adam’s apple bobs in his neck. He looks sexy as hell, but also scared and nervous.
“I… I haven’t done this in a really long time,” he tells me, wetting his lips as he drops his eyes from mine.
I reach for him, placing my hands on either side of his face as I pull his lips back to mine. “It’s okay. I haven’t either,” I whisper, rolling him to my side where I climb on top. Straddling him, I kiss him hard and fast before allowing my lips to kiss down his body. I kiss his neck, his pecs. I kiss over each well-defined ab muscle and with each brush of my lips, he sucks in a hissing breath as he squeezes his eyes shut.
Between his knees, I sit up and unbutton and unzip his jeans. Slowly, I pull them down his hips until his massive length springs free and stands at attention. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock and slowly pumping him up and down. He’s so large that my thumb and middle finger don’t even touch. Slowly, I lower my mouth to his tip. When I do, his entire body relaxes like he melts into the bed. His hand moves up to tangle in my hair as I work my mouth lower and lower over his shaft. With his impressive size, there’s no way I can fit all of him into my mouth, but I take as much as I can until my eyes are watering and I’m on the verge of gagging. It doesn’t take long before he’s pulling me away and rolling on top of me.
His mouth smashes against mine and his hand grabs my panties. He doesn’t bother with pulling them down, though. No, he just pulls. The fabric rips and my hips burn from the material rubbing against my skin. That’s all forgotten seconds later when his hand finds my needy sex. His fingers part my folds and he rubs against my sensitive nub. I call out, but am silenced by his mouth. He dips a finger inside and he spreads my wetness before positioning himself at my entrance.
The tip of his cock feels silky smooth against me compared to his rough hands. He moves his hips, allowing his tip to move between my entrance and nub. It slides over with ease thanks to my arousal. Every time he brushes against my clit, I feel a wave of need wash over me and I dig my nails into his back, trying to pull him closer. Finally, without warning, he pushes into me and we become one.
There’s a burning sensation as I stretch around him, but it feels good in all the right ways. He pulls out slightly before pushing in a little deeper and I squeeze his bicep as I wonder if I’ll even be able to take all of him. His lips pull away and he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes lock as he pulls out and tries again, going deeper. I cry out and he softly kisses my lips. I’m stretching around him so tightly that every single tiny move he makes, I feel an earthquake rattling my body. As he slowly works himself in, he kisses my neck and jaw and his hands tangle into my hair. I begin to loosen around him and that’s when he gives me his all.
Chapter Twelve
JACK
Just sliding into her makes me want to come undone. She’s hot and tight—oh, so tight! She feels too good clinging to my body. It takes several attempts before I’m even all the way inside her, but I try to be gentle. When we finally become one, I feel her muscles tighten around me and it gives me motivation to move. I want to push her over the edge, to watch as she comes undone.
My lips find hers as my hips begin to move back and forth, thrusting into her. Her nails dig into my back and her teeth bite my lower lip as whimpers and moans escape her. Her sounds only make me want more. I want to work for more. I want to earn her release. She feels so small under me, but she never complains of my weight hurting her. In fact, she only seems to want more as she pulls me closer and closer.
I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding, and I want to slow things down to make this moment last longer. I don’t exactly know whatthisis. Is it a one-time thing? Is it the start of something? Either way, I want it to last as long as possible.
I roll over bringing her with me, putting her back on top. Her hands land on my chest as she steadies herself. Her eyes open and find mine as I move my hands to her hips, lifting her up and back down my length. After a moment, she takes full control. She lifts up quickly, but slides back down painfully slow. She grinds her clit against me, and her head falls back. As her lips part, she releases a heavy breath followed by moans.
Her breasts are as perfect as I imagined and right in front of my face, bouncing with her every movement. I lift my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth while she continues to grind against me. I feel her release building. She tightens around me and her breathing picks up as her hips work faster and faster. Within moments, she’s shattering. Her muscles convulsing around me and her arousal dripping like a dam releasing the flood. Her cries of passion make me want to watch this show again and again. Her eyes are closed and her brows pull together as the waves wrack her body. Her plump lips are parted as she rides her high to the very end. When she finishes, her mouth turns up into a smile and her hips slow.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced,” I tell her, pulling her mouth back to mine as I hold her against me. Keeping her on top of me, I sit up and wrap my hands around her tiny hips. I lift her up my length and pull her back down. She releases my neck and puts her hands flat on the bed behind her to support her weight as she leans back. Not only can I see the expressions on her face from this angle, I can see her bouncing breasts and the glistening pink of her clit as I move her up and down on my aching dick.
This position feels too good, but I’m nowhere near done. The visual only adds to the pleasure, and I know I need to change positions before I lose all control. I pull her chest back to mine and flip us over, driving into her again. When I thrust forward, the headboard bangs off the wall and the bed squeaks beneath us. Her legs tighten around my hips and that causes her muscles to tighten around my dick. I feel that tingle form in my lower stomach and it feels too good to push off any longer. I drive into her harder and faster with each thrust. She tightens and comes undone again while my release is building. Finally, the pressure builds beyond control, and I let it go. My hips start a rhythm of their own as I ride the waves of my release. I pump into her until I have nothing left, until my whole body gives out and leaves me collapsing upon her.
With my head on her chest, I can hear the racing of her heart and how fast her lungs are working to draw in the oxygen she needs. My ears are ringing, and it feels like every hair on my body is standing on end as I slowly regain control. After several minutes of calming down, I’m able to remove myself from her and take my spot on the bed beside her. She rolls onto her side and she rests her head on my chest while I wrap my arm around her, holding her close.
Neither of us talk or move for a long time as we process the things we’ve done. It’s hard to figure out how exactly we got here. She’s lived beside me for two years and we never once spoke. Then only a few days ago she forced me into her car where we bickered and argued. Now, here we are. Maybe all that bickering and arguing wasn’t hate, but passion. Maybe this is the journey we were meant to take.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her as my left hand comes up to rub my eyes.
“For what?” she asks, tilting her head up to see me.
“For leaving the way I did. For pushing you away last night. I just…” The words fall away as I work to gather my thoughts. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day the storm blew in. I never imagined you’d let me stay with you, and when you did, it threw me for a loop. It was the first time in a long time that I’ve spent that much time with someone. I’ve been alone for years. Seeing you, talking with you, being able to touch you, it all made me want you even more. And that scared me. I never planned on moving on from my wife. So, when I started to feel like I was moving on, it scared me. I didn’t know what else to do except put some distance between us.”
“I understand,” she replies. “But moving on isn’t a bad thing, Jack. It doesn’t mean that you don’t care or that you’re somehow wrong. You can move on with life and still love someone who’s passed.”
“I hope you’re right.” I squeeze her a little tighter.
“You know, she isn’t up there watching and judging you right? If she’s as great of a woman as you make her out to be, she wants you to be happy. She wants you to live your life to the fullest. You made her life happy and complete when she was here. She wants your life to be the same even though she’s gone.”
Everything she’s saying makes sense, and I know in my heart that it’s true, but knowing something and accepting it are two different things. “How do you know so much?”
She giggles and shrugs. “It sort of goes with the job description.”
I roll to my side, putting us eye to eye. “So, now what?”
