Page 51 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
Mick’s eyes blinked hard and he seemed to wince as he stared at me in disbelief. “No?”
“No.”
I took the open box from Mick’s palm and closed it gently before handing it back to him. Mick stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I love you, Mick. I really do.” I placed my hand on the small of his back and kissed his shoulder. “I already made the mistake of rushing into something and I ended up getting engaged to a sociopath.”
Mick grunted. “You’re worried that I’m what, a psychopath?”
“That came out wrong. I want to get to know you. I want to know what kind of music you like to listen to in the morning. I want to know your fears, your loves, the way that you like your steak cooked. Mick, I don’t even know what you do for a living, I’m guessing that you’re not a mechanic. Your commuter vehicle is a helicopter, for Christ’s sake.”
I saw his smile flash and then he turned to me, his face serious again, “but I thought that you wanted to be married before you had sex.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but I fell in love with him one notch deeper at that moment.
“I only decided that when I met Lawrence. I was so busy studying and working that I didn’t have time for serious dating. Lawrence seemed to like the fact that I was a virgin. I understand why now, so I told him that I was waiting for marriage. The last thing that I expected, was for him to propose. And now I know why he did.”
Mick took me in his arms and pulled my head tightly to his chest. “You know that I wasn’t proposing just to have sex with you.” His deep voice resonated in his chest and seemed to vibrate through my entire body.
I pulled back and looked at him, “I know.” I kissed him tenderly. I knew that I would kick myself for ruining the moment, for rejecting Mick when he seemed so vulnerable. “But I don’t need to wait for a ring from you.”
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms. I held it in my open palms and presented it to Mick.
“Mick Brady. Will you fuck me already?” I tried to keep a serious face but could feel the corners of my lips turning up.
Mick grinned, tossing me to the top of my bed while simultaneously pouncing on me like a surefooted tiger.
“Yes, Lucy. I will fuck you,” he growled and nipped and my neck and lips.
The sudden aggression surprised me, and I squealed excitedly in response. My gentle Mick turned to frantic Mick, his huge hands stroked the sides of my body and his kisses came rhythmically as he pressed his cock against my womanhood. Feeling him so hard, so aggressive, so near to being inside of me quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm.
Mick flicked my hard nipples with his tongue, bit at the flesh of my breasts, leaving little red welts, and continued to kiss down my belly. The tingling between my legs grew stronger the closer his warm breath got to the triangle between my legs. Mick straddled me, hooked his fingers in my panties and began to pull them down. I lifted my ass to assist, my pussy throbbed waiting for the warmth of his touch.
My panties got snagged on my cast and when he pulled at them, I winced. Mick’s eyes snapped to mine, filled with concern. Then he gripped the panties in both hands and I heard the sound of the fabric tearing as he ripped them in half before tossing them on the floor.
He plunged his face between my legs and I gasped out in ecstasy as I felt the warmth of his breath and tongue on my body. The sensations were almost overwhelming, the warmth and rhythmic exploration of his mouth between my legs, the tickling of his beard against my inner thighs, and the pressure of his left hand gripping my ass. He had threaded his left arm between my legs, and with his right hand, pressed down on my chest. A delicate push-pull of my body, trapping it, not allowing me to pull away.
I didn’t resist, I relaxed into the sensations and soon, as if my body knew exactly what to do, I started rocking my hips in time with Mick’s tongue. He released his grip on my ass and I felt the pressure of his thick finger inside me, without his mouth skipping a beat. I could feel my belly tightening and the sensation rushing between my legs as my first real orgasm surged through my body.
“Oh, Mick, oh Mick, oh Mick,” I murmured as I felt the intensity grow.
He didn’t stop.
“Oh god. Oh. My. God,” I screamed out like a banshee as the sensation grew even stronger.
There’s no way I could’ve kept those screams inside of me. The guttural, animalistic sounds fought their way past my self-consciousness and I moaned and screamed out as the growing wave of pleasure that had been lapping at the shores, finally broke and rushed through me.
I laid there panting, the orgasm having torn through my body, leaving my arms and toes tingling. I was so spent I couldn’t even open my eyes. I pressed my legs together, bucking with one last surge of warmth. Mick kissed up my body, lingering on my collarbone, his beard chafing my nipples.
He met my lips with a kiss, the smell of me on his lips made my body want more. What I had thought would be an unpleasant experience, was so sensual, all I wanted was to taste Mick.
Mick had collapsed beside me, his face nestled into my neck, my breathing was still ragged, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my hip.
I tried to turn onto my side to sit up and kneel between his legs, but the pain from my ankle overtook the pleasure from my orgasm and I winced in agony.
I leaned onto his chest, kissed his lips, and whispered in his ear, “I want to taste you, Mick.”
He smiled and pulled me to a seated position, propping the pillows up behind me. He shimmied out of his boxer shorts and stood over me, grasping the log headboard. I didn’t really know what to do with the huge cock that was in my face, I just knew that I wanted it in my mouth.
