Page 20 of The Mountain Man's Sweet Treat
“Now, things aren’t so dark,” I admit and twist my hands together. “What I’m trying to say is that I used to be fearless, and this thing that’s happening between us, I want it. But I’m also a little bit nervous.”
“Because it’s new and unfamiliar?” He asks, cupping my face.
I lean into his touch, nodding.
“I’m not going to tell you not to be afraid. You can’t just turn off a trauma response. But I can promise you this: your heart is safe with me. I’ll always be gentle with your wounded places.”
Relief fills me. He knows, and he’s accepting me. “Then maybe we could kiss again and…do other stuff.”
The soft smile he gives me is filled with affection. “You set the pace here.”
“Good.” I lean back and unbutton his shirt, letting it fall off my shoulders. I’m not wearing a bra, and cold air rushes over my skin. My nipples pebble, and my body flushes warm under his appreciative stare. “Because I need you.”
Chapter 10
Whiskey
I don’t know how I got so damn lucky that this beautiful girl stumbled into my cabin. If I could track down that scammer, I’d send him the world’s biggest thank-you gift. He gave me a treasure he doesn’t even know it.
Now, she’s shrugging off her shirt and letting me see these perfect breasts. They’re more than generous handfuls, and I want to spend the rest of my life teasing them, suckling them, playing with them.
Beneath my white towel, my cock grows hard. All of my blood is headed down south, but I force myself to hold onto my last shred of control. “Are you sure?” My voice comes out harsh and deep. I’m an animal waiting to pounce, my muscles aching from the need to devour her.
When she nods, I join her on the couch. She’s looking at me with so much trust in her eyes. Her head is so close to mine that our breaths mingle. When she tilts her lips toward mine, I meet her the rest of the way. Our lips are crashing against each other. My arms go around her body, and I pull her into my lap. Heaven, I’ve found heaven.
When she moans against my mouth, I use the moment to slip my tongue inside. Slowly, I stroke her, learning all the places that make her arch against me, fusing our bodies together.
She breaks the kiss long enough to gulp down oxygen but even as she does, she’s gripping my biceps. Her nails dig into my tender flesh, and I love the bite of pain. Her eyes are dilated, pupils blown. Every desperate gasp for oxygen pushes her perfect tits higher, and I need to see her fully naked.
“I want to lick your pussy,” I make the crude confession without remorse. Ever since she mentioned being bare down there, I’ve wanted to see those plump lips. Wanted to touch them and run my tongue across her hidden pink areas.
She shivers in my arms, her pointed nipples grazing against my chest. I could come right here with her in my arms. It wouldn’t take much to set me off, but I want to make this good for her. I suspect she’s a virgin like me. If I get the opportunity to be her first, I’ll damn sure take care of her.
“I want that too.” Her words are a needy moan.
Animal need courses through my veins, something primal in me rising up and demanding that I satisfy my curvy girl. “Lean back.”
She scrambles to do what I asked, gazing up at me with so much trust. I swear to myself in this moment that I will always be worthy of that trust. I won’t ever break her heart or be the reason she cries. She has a mountain man she can depend on, one who will delight in meeting her every need.
I lean over her, seaming our lips together again. I love my weight over her, love the feeling of her body writhing against mine. I kiss her slowly, savoring these moments. She needs to know that I’m here for more than just her body. I’m here for her, all of her.
I press kisses to her jaw, nibble on her earlobe, and move down the column of her neck. Her little moans and whimpers are my soundtrack as I feast. I move down, inch by agonizing inch. I’m not sure which one of us I’m teasing.
I spend long minutes exploring her body, sucking on her generous tits, and licking my way down her rounded belly. I knead her flesh, murmuring words of appreciation for her beautiful curves. She’s sharing them with me, giving me the gift of her body.
When I get to her skirt, I flip it up. No need to remove it. I love these tight little things that always frame her pretty ass.
As soon as I spot panty-clad mound, I lean close and inhale deeply. Her aroma is intoxicating, and my mouth is watering already.
Sophie is on her elbows, looking down at me with a glassy gaze. She gives me the slightest nod, and I reach for her wet panties. I remove them slowly, pulling them over her ankles.
She parts her thighs for me, and the sight of that bare slit makes my cock even harder. I reach down and squeeze the fucker. My come is now hers. It belongs in her body.
“I like the way it feels to be bare,” she murmurs as if I need an explanation. I don’t. Just the fact that she’s letting me see her is precious to me.
“It’s arousing as fuck,” I tell her. It’s Sophie. I like everything about her. She could grow a full bush later, and I’d find that arousing too.
Dipping my head, I nuzzle the inside of her thighs. Fuck, the smell of her wet pussy is my new favorite scent. I want it all on my face and in my beard. Gonna wear it like cologne so any bastard who comes near her knows that I’m the man who satisfies her.
