Page 13 of Scarred Mountain Man
“It’s the truth. Now?”
“No.” He puts me on the floor. “If you’ve been intimidated by a man's body all your life, you need to have the power to touch it first. Without me touching you.”
He takes off his shirt. He has more scars on his chest, some small like the ones on his face, others bigger, one goes from his left nipple to his navel. I can't help but stare at it and wonder how hard it must've been to be in the military, to watch your friends die, to face danger every day. What did it feel like to have his torso slashed like this? Just the thought is enough to hurt.
“Touch me. Feel me. I’m not going to touch you. Not today. Explore, honey. Let’s start slowly, just my upper body for now.”
I start by his clavicle, letting my fingers brush the contour of the bone, then feeling bolder, I move lower, when I reach his nipple, he shudders.
“I thought only women liked that.”
“Men like that too.”
I take my time, exploring, not going below his belly button, taking him in. I don’t feel afraid, even if I’ve never seen such a big man before. I should feel scared but all I feel it’s excitement coursing through me, a wetness gathering at the base of my center.
When my hands almost reach the waistband of his jeans, Oliver takes a sharp breath. I find I like this power I have over him. Like I’m not the only one who is feeling so turned on by this.
“Can you take off everything else?” I ask. I feel bold after exploring his body.
“Are you sure? I can take off only my pants.”
“Yes, I'm sure. Everything.”
He removes everything, including his boxer briefs and I see it. His hard cock, his tip glistening with something. It’s beautiful, why haven’t I painted this before? Men’s bodies can be beautiful too. Like before, he doesn’t move, he seems tense though.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re killing me, Miranda. You can’t imagine how much I want you right now. How much I want to touch you right now.”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Fuck. No. You get to choose how you want to touch me.”
“You sound pained.”
“Don’t mind me. This is for you. Not for me. I love to see you this focused while looking at me. It’s intoxicating, Miranda. Touch me or just look, it’s your choice. Not mine.”
I nod, feeling both grateful and disappointed. But he’s right, I need time to process him. His huge cock makes me wonder how it’s supposed to fit inside me. Are they usually this big? I forget the thought and focus on the veins surrounding his cock, how his cock twitches from time to time, how there’s wetness in him too.
After just looking, I wrap my hand around his cock. His face turns towards the ceiling.
“Fuuuck.”
“Am I doing this right? Can you show me? Please?”
“I said this is for you, not for me.”
“And I want you to show me for me. Not for you. I want to know how to touch you.”
He guides my hand right where he needs it, showing me how to stroke him. When he releases, I keep going, loving to see his breath sharpen after each stroke.
“You’re a natural, honey. Such a good girl, doing exactly what I showed you.” I moan just at his words.
After a while, he grabs my wrist. “Please stop, I’m too close. I don’t want to cum overyour clothes.”
“I don’t care,” I say, increasing my speed. He keeps staring at me as I pump up and down.
He grunts as he spills on my hands and clothing, he looks so wrecked, so raw like this. And I was the one who got him there. I've never felt this level of satisfaction before, it feels so good to do this with him. I always thought it'd feel dirty, but it doesn't feel dirty with Oliver, instead it feels special. He makes me feel safe, that whatever we experience together is only ours, that I can explore if I want to, to stretch the limits I've carefully set throughout the years to protect myself.
