Page 52 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
I reached up and grasped his shaft and then plunged his entire length into my mouth. I felt Mick’s legs shudder and him murmur, “Fuck yeah.” I reached around and grabbed his ass in my hands, controlling and syncing the rhythm of his thrusts with my sucking. It didn’t take long before Mick’s legs were shaking like his last set on squat day and he was gasping and groaning.
“I’m going to come, Lucy,” he groaned.
I felt like a sexual goddess, knowing that my man was about to come. I gripped his ass tighter and felt him twitch just before I tasted him. He gasped and panted, holding onto the headboard, and then dropped to his knees in my lap.
“That was incredible,” he said through gasps and buried his head in my neck.
I hadn’t known what the hell I was doing, but I had the feeling I had done something right. He sat up and gazed into my eyes and then kissed me hard - the smell of our sex heavy between us. He flopped on his back, his breath slowing. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on his chest, feeling my eyes grow heavy, lulled to sleep by the thump, thump of Mick’s heartbeat.
Chapter 34 – Mick
I couldn’t believe that she said no, but I respected the hell out of her for it.
The full moon reflected off the snow, filtering in through the curtains, bathing Lucy in its light. I watched her sleep, the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, her eyelids fluttering. She murmured in her sleep, rolled into me and nuzzled into my chest.
Complete. That’s the only way to explain what I was feeling.
I kissed her exposed shoulder, inhaled her scent, and pulled the quilt up to cover her skin. I slid out of bed and walked stealthily into the living room to stoke the fire. As I approached, Chopper thumped his tail against the side of his wicker bed. I squatted down to scratch his ears and he yawned and settled back into his bed.
I shoved two pieces of fir into the woodstove and paused, waiting for them to become engulfed with flames before closing the damper. Most nights, I typically let the fire peter out, stoking the glowing embers first thing in the morning, but I wanted to make sure that Lucy was comfortable and warm when she woke up. That she wouldn’t have to tiptoe around on the cold floorboards in search of wool socks.
I crept back into the room and gingerly crawled back into our cocoon. I reached my arm around Lucy’s waist and pulled her in tightly to my body. I didn’t plan on waking her up, but my goddamn cock had other ideas. I tried to position myself so that I could hold her, without poking her in the back with my hardened desire.
I shut my eyes and willed my body to go to sleep, but then Lucy rolled to me and opened her eyes. She smiled, kissed my lips, and threading her arm over my body, pulled me closer to her.
Then she felt it.
I saw her eyes widen as my cock pressed against her, its brazen announcement of what it wanted and where it wanted to be.
“Make love to me, Mick,” she whispered, kissing my earlobe and sending a shiver through my entire body.
I kissed her and reached for a condom in my drawer. She was right, we hadn’t made love last night, we had fucked. I had wanted her first time to be slow and sensual, full of care and passion, but that’s not what our bodies had wanted. Now, in the early hours of the morning, our bodies wanted slow sensuality.
Lucy caressed my body as I put on the condom, her light fuzzing touch sending goosebumps down my back and butterflies into my stomach.
I rolled on top of her, swept her hair back from her face, and kissed her left cheek - then her right, before kissing her lips as I pressed into her. She gasped into my mouth and I paused. I knew that I needed to take it slowly with her, that I was going to be the first man inside of her. The thought alone, combined with her tightness almost made me come the moment I was gripped in her warmth. Lucy pressed into the mattress, arching her back and pushing herself against me, urging me to continue. I kept kissing her as my body spread hers apart, her womanhood slowly welcoming me.
“Is this ok?” I whispered into her ear.
She smiled and nodded.
I paused when I was fully inside of her and noticed tears brimming her eyelids.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked and started to pull out.
She gripped my ass and pushed me back inside of her.
“You idiot. I’m crying because I’m happy,” she choked through her words. I kissed her cheeks, tasting the tears and began gently pumping into her. Her hands gripped my ass as I continued to kiss and thrust, making love to the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
It wasn’t porn sex, but it wasn’t boring married sex either. I made love to the woman who had changed my life forever. I knew that I wanted her to be the last woman I ever had sex with and that I would be the only man that had ever been inside of her.
Epilogue – Mick
Spring
I rolled over and squinted into the early morning light, trying to make out the time on the clock. 6 a.m. I rolled over to pull Lucy in close to me, but when my body didn’t meet hers, my eyes shot open. I sat up and waited to see if I could hear her shuffling around in the kitchen, humming while the stovetop espresso maker percolated, but the cabin was completely silent. Her easel and canvas were untouched and the newspaper I had brought back from our latest trip to Seattle sat rolled up on the pine dining room table.
Confused, but not concerned, I shoved my feet into my worn moccasins and started to look for her. I shivered, even though it was June, almost the height of the solstice, the nights in the mountains still came with frost and the occasional dusting of snow. I looked at the fireplace and noticed that it was dark, I opened the damper and not even one coal glowed to life. It was going to be a total re-start. I reached for some paper and kindling and then remembered that we had used up the last of the kindling. It was rare for us to let the fire go out completely, but we had gotten carried away after dinner, and gone to bed earlier than usual.
