Page 11 of The Mountain Man's Curvy Obsession
“We were engaged, living in a house his parents owned. They were right next door,” she explains, shaking her head.
“But why?” I ask feebly. She’s so beautiful. There’s no need for her to worry about finding men who would get on their knees for her. And I know for a fact she gets turned on easily, and has no problem letting go.
“Why am I still a virgin, or why was I living with him?” She asks, and I see her eyes start to well with tears.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Please don’t cry.“It doesn’t matter,” I quickly add, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’m surprised, that’s all. I’m actually thrilled about being your first.”
She gives me a small, fragile smile, like it could break if I say the wrong thing. “Remember when we were dating andwe would only go so far because I wanted to save myself for marriage?”
“Remember?” I chuckle. “How could I forget? I had blue balls the entire time.”
She laughs, a soft, real laugh that cuts through the heaviness. “Well, I stuck with the plan. Kept hoping I’d finally find the one. But I never did.” Her voice cracks, and her eyes shimmer with fresh tears. “Another reason the mail-order bride thing sounded like a good idea. I’m getting so tired of waiting.” She sniffs, swiping at her cheeks as tears spill over. “It isn’t easy to come to terms with being … unlovable, I guess.”
That word—unlovable—hits me like a fist to the gut. Her? I tighten my arms around her, pulling her closer. “You’re not. You’re anything but unlovable.” I’ve never been great with words, but I need her to know the truth.
“But Slade,” she says gently, “after you, none of my boyfriends worked out.”
The words hang there, raw and heavy, and I feel a weight on my shoulders. I remember our breakup, the fights, how I let my stubborn pride get in the way, letting her leave when I should’ve begged her to stay.
“Well, we didn’t work out either,” I say softly, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “And yet, here we are. Turns out we like fighting.” I grin, hoping to cheer her up, and it works—she looks up at me, and gives me one of her mischievous sly smiles that always makes my heart skip.
“Only with you,” she clarifies, rising on her tiptoes, her hands sliding up my chest to cup my face. She kisses me, soft at first, then deeper, hungrily and urgently.
“Keep kissing me like that,” I murmur against her lips, “and I’ll get addicted to fighting.”
“It’s already too late for me to stop.”
“Then we won’t, baby. I’m going to kiss you from head to toe, morning, noon and night.” I guide Eva to the sofa. Her nipples are making my mouth water, clearly visible and erect as she sinks into the cushions. I sprawl on top of her, cup her cheeks in my hands and ravish her mouth. She reaches up, threads her fingers in my hair and pulls me down closer, until our tongues are tangling, we’re sucking each other, and gasping for breath.
“You smell so good,” I groan, inhaling her, as I make a trail of open-mouth kisses along her jaw, relishing the taste of her soft skin. I work my way down, my lips never leaving her delectable flesh as I unbutton the top of her dress, and tug her bra down to kiss and suck her nipples, giving each equal time. I’m glad I left the small lamp on before leaving for the dance because it’s casting the perfect light over her. “You’re more beautiful than ever, Eva,” my voice sounds like rough gravel. She moans, shifting, so my thigh is wedged between her legs as she grinds against me.
I know she’s wet. I can smell her desire for me, and it sends me to another world. I reposition myself, and move down her ripe, curvy body until I’m kneeling with my hands sliding up her creamy thighs, pushing her dress higher. Her grey eyes are as dark as slate as she watches me; her breaths are coming in short gasps.
Holding her gaze, I lean down, and kiss the silky skin of her inner thigh, taking my time, savoring every inch until I reach her white lacy panties. I lick and nip along the elastic edge and press a firm kiss against the drenched fabric. Her hips jerk slightly, and she lets out a soft gasp. I remember her body so well, it feels like reconnecting with my best friend. Eva’s sweet, familiar musky smell sends a rush of blood to my balls as I trace the outline of her pussy with my tongue, feeling her heat seep through the soaked material. She squirms, gripping the cushions beneath her, as I tease, lick and suck her gently.
Her breath hitches when my mouth connects with her clit. I circle it with my tongue over and over, slowly increasing the intensity. She’s moaning now, with her hips moving in rhythm with my mouth; her body is begging for more.Teasing time is over.I tug her panties to the side, exposing all of her. My cock pulses at the sight of her glistening pink pussy, so wet and ready for me. I inhale her deeply and dive into her with my tongue, delving into her slick folds, licking and sucking until my mouth and chin are covered with her.
Eva cries out, arching her back, and spreading her legs. I grip her ass cheeks, flatten my tongue and lick her from her entrance to her hard little button, groaning in pure ecstasy at the sensation and the sexy whimpers she’s making. I stroke her slippery opening with my fingers, keeping my mouth on her clit, and increase the pressure, faster and faster, and slide two fingers into her.
She bucks against me, trembling and tightening around me, coiling like a spring. “That’s it, sweetheart, come for me, Eva,” I growl, about to lose it in my pants. My dick is throbbing against the couch, ready to fuck. She lets out a cry and I moan, breathing hard, still sucking and circling her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck, Slade. You’re so fucking good,” she groans as her body convulses and her pussy clamps down on my fingers. I stay exactly where I am, with her clit pulsing against my lips, and ride out the orgasm with her, splaying my hand on her stomach, holding her in place as the waves crash over her.
“Slade,” she whispers, catching her breath, and I sense a smile in her voice. Thoroughly relaxed, she throws her head back on the cushions. “Oh, Slade … That felt so good. Why did we ever break up?”
“I have no fucking idea,” I murmur against her thigh. “No clue.” We stay in that position, with me halfway between her legs, and cradling her hips until her breath normalizes. I kiss myway up her body, to her neck, behind her earlobes, and move to her lips.
“Slade.” Eva grins, reaching up and covering my cheeks with kisses. She hugs me tightly like she never wants to let go, and I don’t want her to, not ever. I learned my fucking lesson. I’m never letting her go again. “Slade.” She blinks up at me with those sparkling, misty grey eyes and cups my cheeks.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, but can’t wait for an answer. I bend and kiss her again and again.
“Slade,” she whispers against my lips. “I don’t want this night to be over. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, but it’s enough to send a shockwave of heat crashing through me. “You don’t have to ask twice, Eva.” I stand up, still tasting her, my eyes never leaving hers as I start to undress. I yank my shirt over my head, toss it aside, and then kick off my boots. She watches my every move. When I unbuckle my belt, the sound of metal clinking fills the silence as it drops to the floor. Every one of my senses is amplified. I want her so badly; the need is all-consuming. I get out of my jeans and underwear in one move until I’m standing in front of her, with my cock jutting out, naked and hard.
Eva’s eyes widen slightly, her gaze roams over my body, and lingers on my groin. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she sits up with her dress still bunched around her hips, reaches for the hem, pulls it over her head, and drops it on the floor. Mesmerized I watch her reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She lets the straps slide down her arms, revealing her round, ample, perfect breasts. She’smine. I growl. “You know, with your skin flushed and your hair messy like that, and your nipples sticking out for me to suck, hard as pebbles, you’re a whole meal of sexy.”
She points to my cock. “And I call that, dessert.” Eva gives me a naughty grin. I watch with my heart thudding in my ears as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, lifts her hips and slides them off.
