Page 16 of Scarred Mountain Man
But letting him grovel for a little while longer sounds like a good plan.
"It depends, is it working?"
He turns to face me, cupping my face.
"Maybe." I blush under his gaze. Now that we've shared our feelings, I feel my heart is expanding to accommodate him completely.
"I hope you enjoy this, it's going to take a while though. I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life. Cooking for you aslong as you let me. As long as you want me to be here. Because I'll be forever yours."
He uses his thumb to trace small circles on my cheek.
"I'd like that."
"You have the power. All the power, honey."
I kiss him, first lightly, then with everything I want him to know: all the feelings he awakens in me, everything that I’ve hidden from everyone else so I wouldn't get hurt. He gets it all. He slides his tongue against mine, groaning, telling me how much he's needed this.
"I need you, now."
"I need you too. You're so perfect it hurts Miranda."
He grabs my ass and lifts me easily, I wrap my arms around his neck and he leads us to the bedroom. Our bedroom.
I try to yank his shirt free but with no success. I giggle. He smirks as he pulls it off easily. He says he's ugly because of his scars but I don't see it, I don't see how this man can be anything but the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. Each of his scars deserve a kiss so I get on with that. With each kiss, his groans become more frequent.
"Honey, you're teasing me too much. Time for me to tease you too," he says with a wicked smile before turning us around, my back on the mattress.
Effortlessly, he yanks all my clothes off. It should make me feel vulnerable but it doesn't. Not with Oliver.
"Fuck, I don't know where to start. These tits, honey. They're everything."
He grabs one, while licking the other, circling my nipple, biting softly, I arch my back.
"You like that?"
"Yes!"
"Let's see what else you like," he teases, his tongue sliding towards my navel. I inhale a deep breath, when he reaches down, exactly where I want him to be, he strokes his tongue up and down then, focusing on my clit. He doesn't stop, not when I start whimpering, not until I explode under his tongue.
This was the best orgasm of my life. But it's not enough.
"I want you inside me. Now."
"That's exactly what I was hoping to hear," he whispers in my ear. His body is rough on top of mine but all his touches are gentle, deliberate, careful.
He takes off everything left on him. I almost forgot how big he looks. He seems to pick up on my fear.
"Don't worry, it'll fit. We'll take this slowly okay? I can stop at any time. You've got all the power, remember?"
I nod as he stares at me, his dark eyes full of desire but so much kindness too.
"I love you so much, Miranda."
"I love you too."
He lowers himself onto me. As promised, he takes his time, letting me adjust to him but it doesn't take long. "You're so wet. So wet for me."
He slides in and out of me once.
