Page 50 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
I kissed her lips and pulled her ass toward me, squaring our hips to each other, pressing against her. I felt her back arch to grind her pussy against my cock, a cock that was still as stiff as the icicles hanging from the eaves of my cabin.
She fumbled at the button on my pants, but I pulled her hands away, “Wait here for one minute.”
She looked at me questioningly and nipped at my lips one more time.
I rolled off the bed and started to walk to the kitchen, but goddamn, my cock was tenting my jeans out so hard it was painful. I met Lucy’s eyes as I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, relieving the pressure. The freedom made my cock throb even harder.
Lucy sat up in the bed and unhooked her bra, letting the cups fall into her lap, her perfect pink nipples puckered in the chilly bedroom air.
Oh man, I just wanted to rip out my cock and flip her over and… no. Just when I thought it wasn’t possible for me to get any harder, those gorgeous pert breasts practically made me come right then and there.
“Your first time needs to be special. I will be back. Don’t go anywhere.” I jogged into the kitchen to find some candles and put on a record. When Lucy thought back to this night, I wanted it to be a perfect memory for her. I didn’t want it to just be a memory filled with slapping skin and roughness.
I found some beeswax candles in the kitchen and grabbed the matches from beside the woodstove. I paused to put on the Van Morrison album we had listened to the first night we met.
Then it dawned on me. I knew how to make this a night that she would never forget.
Chapter 33 – Lucy
I was aching for Mick. I could hear him fumbling around in the kitchen and then heard the click and hiss as his record player came to life. His huge shadowy form appeared in the doorway and he dimmed the lights of the antler chandelier, humming as he lit candles on the nightstand.
I rolled over on the bed and reached to trace the outline of his ass. I saw him shiver and smile at my touch. He was a strong man and living out here in the woods had shaped his body in a way that no gym machines could. Practical strength and brawn built from chopping wood and shoveling snow created a strong muscular upper body and bulging forearms, snowshoeing and riding his snowmobile had formed tree trunk thighs and an ass like a pro hockey player. If I saw him on the street, I would assume that he was an NHL retiree, complete with playoff beard.
I lounged on the bed and as Mick turned to face me I continued tracing the seams of his royal blue boxer briefs. I expected to see the outline of his erection pushing out his underwear, but to my surprise, his thick hard cock was tucked into the waistband. I could feel his girth through the fabric and wondered how I was going to fit him inside me, or inside my mouth. I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted to do everything, give everything I had, to Mick. I ran my finger along the waistband and I heard Mick’s breath hitch as my fingertips grazed the tip of his cock. I doubled back and marveled at the softness of the skin that peeked out from above the waistband.
“Why?” I asked, letting my fingertips linger on the silky skin of his member.
Mick laughed, “When he’s rock hard, he prefers to stand straight up.”
“He?” It was my turn to laugh.
Mick’s cheeks reddened. “Yep. He. And he’s got a mind of his own sometimes.”
I smiled and grasped the waistband of his boxers with both of my hands, I wanted to free ‘him’ from ‘his’ constraints, but Mick took a step backward.
What was with all this pulling back? I wondered if this was normal, but my intuition told me that it wasn’t.
Mick cleared his throat and ran his hand through his thick hair. He seemed nervous.
“Lucy, I’ve never met anyone like you,” he paused. “I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. Fuck, it sounds cliché, but you make me want to be a better man. You’ve already made me a better man.”
That’s when I noticed that his hand was behind his back.
“Mick. I-I…”
“Just let me finish sweetheart. I need to get this out,” he said and then knelt down on the floor. “Your first time should be special. I want your first time to be with me, as my fiancée.”
Holy fuck.
Mick opened the velvet box and I was surprised to see a modest old-fashioned ring staring out at me. It's symbolism hanging heavily in the air.
“It was my mother’s ring,” he whispered. “I know it’s not much, but it means the world to me. Like you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt the same way about Mick, he had changed my life. Hell, he had saved my life. I couldn’t imagine a day going by without him in it. Everything in my body wanted to scream out yes, jump up and down on the bed, or rather, one-legged hop on the bed, and fling myself into his arms, but I didn’t.
“Lucy McKennit, will you marry me?” he said, his big blue eyes stared at me imploringly.
“No, Mick,” I whispered.
