Page 9 of Mountain Man's Flirty Farmgirl
His hand found the space between my thighs, his palm warm against my panties. He rubbed me softly at first, like he was learning me by feel.
I arched toward him, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His fingers moved with a slow, torturous rhythm, pressing against the damp fabric of my panties until I was gasping, my hips lifting shamelessly against his hand.
“Blade…” My voice was a broken whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth left my breast to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses up my throat.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against my skin, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
I didn’t have to think. “You. All of you.”
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and then his fingers hooked beneath the lace of my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I wiggled around to help him remove them, then settled onto the blanket. He rose above me, looking down at me as his hand moved up my thigh.
My back arched off the blanket as the night air kissed my bare skin. But that was nothing compared to the heat of his touch as he stroked me, slow and deliberate, his thumb circling my clit.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice rough. “Let me hear you.”
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me as his fingers worked me higher, my body tightening, coiling—until pleasure crashed over me in a wave, leaving me trembling beneath him. But he wasn’t done.
Before I could catch my breath, Blade shifted lower, his hands spreading my thighs as he settled between them. His mouth was on me before I could even process it—hot, wet, perfect—his tongue tracing slow, maddening circles around my clit before dipping lower, tasting me in deep, languid strokes.
“Oh, yes!” My hands fisted in the blanket, my hips lifting instinctively, seeking more.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue flicked faster, his fingers joining, pressing inside me in a rhythm that had me gasping his name, my thighs shaking around his shoulders.
The second climax hit harder, sharper, my body bowing off the ground as I came with a broken cry.
Blade kissed his way back up my body, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my thigh, the restraint in the way he held himself above me like he was still giving me a chance to change my mind.
But I didn’t want to stop.
Emboldened, I reached for the button of his pants, my fingers fumbling only slightly before popping it open. His breath hitched as I pushed the pants down his hips, then his underwear, freeing him. For a heartbeat, I hesitated, my fingers brushing over him, learning the feel of his heated skin, the way his stomach muscles clenched at my touch.
“Sienna.” His voice was strained, his hands framing my face. “We don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I whispered, cutting him off.
We shifted, Blade taking a seat on the blanket while I straddled his hips. My body trembled—not just from nerves, but from the raw need burning through me. His hands settled on my waist, steadying me as I lowered myself slowly, his thickness stretching me in a way that made me gasp.
It hurt—a sharp, fleeting pain that made my breath catch—but Blade stilled beneath me, his thumbs brushing my hips in soothing circles. “Breathe,” he said, his voice thick with restraint. “Just breathe through it.”
I exhaled shakily, my body adjusting, the discomfort fading into something else—a deep, aching fullness that had me rolling my hips experimentally.
Blade’s groan was ragged, his fingers tightening on me. “Fuck, Sienna—easy.”
But I didn’t want easy. I rocked against him again, my hands braced on his chest as I found a rhythm, my body learning the way we fit together. His hands slid up to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, teasing circles before pinching gently—just enough to make me cry out, my hips stuttering.
“That’s it,” he growled, his own control fraying. “Take what you need.”
I moved faster, my thighs burning, pleasure coiling tighter with every roll of my hips. Blade’s hand slipped between us, histhumb finding my clit, rubbing in firm, perfect circles until I was gasping, my body tightening around him.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough.
And I did—letting out a cry, my nails digging into his chest as pleasure ripped through me. Blade’s hips jerked beneath me, his own release hitting as he thrust up once, twice, his groan muffled against my throat as he spilled inside me.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling in the quiet night air. Then, slowly, I collapsed against him, my head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
“I’m so glad we ducked out of that party,” Blade murmured, his fingers tracing idle patterns along my spine.
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his skin. “Next time, we skip it entirely.”
