Page 15 of Healing with the Mountain Man
All she’s doing is grinding against my erection, and it’s enough to make her hips jerk. At this rate, it’s like I’m punishing her.
In all truth, I don’t want this to end. If I make her fall apart too soon, I risk tuckering her out.
I drag her shirt off her body, the fabric catching just for a second before it gives way, baring her to me. Her bra is simple, delicate—nothing fancy, but it frames her so damn perfectly it might as well be lace and silk. My gaze drops lower, to the tattered remains of her panties still clinging to her hips, shreds of what they used to be, to see her undergarments match rather well.
Unlike her underwear, I won’t destroy her bra. I’ve gotten this far, I can wait a little longer and act somewhat civil.
My hands move behind her, fingers finding the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. One flick, and it loosens. She shivers as I peel it away, letting it fall somewhere forgotten. And then—fuck—there they are. A perfect set of breasts, full and begging for my touch.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice rough. My hands claim them, palms fitting against her curves like they were made for me.
I lean in, pressing a kiss to the warm skin between them, feeling her heartbeat kick under my lips. Her breath hitches, fingers tangling in my hair as I drag my tongue up, tracing the valley between before moving higher.
I lick a slow stripe up her throat, tasting salt and nerves, and she arches into me with a gasp.
When I reach her mouth, I don’t hesitate—I crush my lips to hers, swallowing the little moan she lets out. She kisses me back just as hungrily.
I could kiss this woman until my mouth lost all feeling.
Her thighs hug mine tightly, her pussy pressing firmer. Here I am worried about keeping my patience, and I haven’t considered that she might losehers.
I curse against her mouth when one of her hands moves between our bodies. Her fingers grab my cock as she lifts onto her knees.
I can’t make her wait any longer.
Her eyes snap to mine, lips parted around a shaky breath as I brush her hand away, taking over. Guiding her down, my cockhead pressing against her, and the second she sinks onto me, I swear my vision goes white.
She’s so fucking tight. Hot. Clenching around me like she’s trying to milk me dry already.
I hiss through my teeth, forcing myself to stay still, to let her adjust. But she doesn’t want patience—she rolls her hips, taking me deeper like she doesn’t realize what she’s doing, and I lose it.
Never had a cock in her life, and she takes me in like a fucking champ. Doesn’t hesitate, like she doesn’t know any better. So warm and wet, it’s all one smooth slide.
One thrust, and I’m buried to the hilt. Her moan is ragged, nails biting into my shoulders as she arches. I can feel every pulse of her around me, every hitch of her breath.
Then comes the sound of pain. Like her body catches up with her, she stills.
“You’re doing so well,” I muse, fighting a war not to lift her back up so I can get some kind of friction. Right now, it just feels like I’m suffocating. “Relax for me, sweetness.”
She tries, but her walls flutter around me. She tries to shift, and her fingers dig deeper. “You’re really big.”
Resting my head back, I can’t tell if I want to laugh or let her compliment go to my head. “First time is the hardest. Next time, it’ll be better, I promise.”
“This time is perfect,” she argues, pouting her lips. Makes me want to kiss them again. “Just do this. Touch me here.”
She grabs my hand, moving my fingers to her clit. There’s more demand in her voice, and I think I come a little in return.
Once she realizes the power she has over me, I’m going to be a goner.
Circling her clit, I’m the one to moan when she starts to move.
“Oh!” Lifting, she sinks back down just as smoothly. “Oh.”
No matter what, I need to last longer than her.
Her hips roll with a mind of their own, each movement measured. A soft, breathy gasp escapes her as she rises, then sinks back down, taking me deeper. The wet, sinful sound of her body welcoming mine fills the air, mingling with our ragged breaths.
“Dean—oh my." Her voice trembles, fingers digging into my chest as she grinds in slow, torturous circles. My fingers never leave her clit, tracing tight, relentless patterns that make her thighs quiver.
