Page 10 of Mountain Man's Winter Wonder
BUCK
It was fucking cold out here.
That was my first thought as I led Sheraton to the pavilion. My second thought was that no way could I get hard in this weather. Not even with the hottest woman in North Carolina—or anywhere, for that matter.
But I was wrong about that. Because as she hopped up on the picnic table and looked at me as though asking, “What’s next?” my dick sprang to attention.
Oh yeah, this was on.
The kiss started slow, a familiar warmth against the chill, but it quickly ignited into something desperate and hungry. Her lips were soft and tasted of the hot chocolate we’d shared earlier, sweet and rich. I could feel the sharp, clean scent of pine and frozen earth swirling around us, a stark contrast to the heat building between our bodies.
When we broke apart, breathing ragged, a puff of white vapor ghosted between us. The most important question in the world had to be asked, right here, right now, in the freezing cold.
“Are you…protected?” I rasped, my voice rough with want. “Because I have a condom, but if you’re not?—”
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a beautiful, warm pink. “For…you know. My cycles.”
Relief, hot and potent, washed over me. “Thank God.”
My mouth crashed back onto hers. My hands, clumsy with cold and need, went to the button of her jeans. The metallic scrape of the zipper coming down was obscenely loud in the quiet mountain air. I slid my hand inside, past the soft cotton of her panties, and found her.
She gasped into my mouth, a sharp, startled sound, as my fingers met her heat. She was so wet, so ready. Her eyes flew open, wide and dazed, locking with mine as I began to move my fingers, circling that perfect, sensitive nub.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I said, my lips against her temple, watching every flicker of sensation cross her face. “Just feel it. Let go for me.”
Her breath hitched, coming in soft, broken pants. Her head fell back, baring the pale column of her throat to the cold. The sight of her, lost in a pleasure she’d never known, her warm breath pluming in the air, was more erotic than I could have imagined.
I watched her come, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers, a low, keening cry torn from her lips as she climaxed against my hand.
Before I could even catch my breath, her small hands were at my belt, fumbling with the button of my jeans. Her eyes were dark with wonder and newfound confidence as she reached inside and wrapped her fingers around me. Her touch was hesitant, exploratory, and it nearly undid me right there.
“Oh,” she breathed, her gaze fixed on where her hand held me. “I’ve never…seen one before.”
“It’s all right,” I force out, my entire body tensing at her innocent, searing touch. “You can touch me. Any way you want.”
But she did more than touch. She lowered her head, her hair falling like curtains around her face, and took me into her mouth.
The heat was shocking, incredible. A guttural groan was ripped from my chest. Her mouth was hesitant but so damn eager, and she took me deeper than I thought possible. Her tongue explored, learned the shape of me, and my hips jerked involuntarily as I tangled my hands in her hair, not to guide her, but to anchor myself.
“God, baby…so good,” I said, the sensation coiling tight in my gut. But I knew I had to stop her. This was her first time. It was supposed to be about her. With a Herculean effort, I gently pulled back. “Wait. Stop. I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you.”
She nodded, her eyes glazed with passion. She stood on trembling legs and pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs. I helped her, my hands shaking, then I sat on the table and pulled her onto my lap, her back to my chest. She wrapped her legs around mine, and I guided myself to her entrance. The head of my cock pressed against her slick heat, and a shudder ran through me. The contrast of the icy air on my skin and the inferno waiting for me was almost too much to bear.
“Go slow, darlin’,” I whispered against her ear, holding her tightly against me, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against my chest. “It might hurt for a second. Just hold onto me. I’ve got you.”
I pushed inside, a slow, inexorable press, and she cried out. The sound echoed in the quiet pavilion. I stilled completely, buried deep inside her, my own body screaming to move. I felt her inner walls clench tightly around me, a hot, velvet fist, and it took every ounce of my control not to lose myself right then.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I urged, my voice a ragged whisper against the shell of her ear. I rained soft, reassuring kisses onher shoulder and her neck, tasting the cold on her skin. “Just breathe through it. I’m right here. You feel… God, you feel like heaven. So tight. So perfect for me.”
I felt her take a deep, shuddering breath, her body slowly, incrementally, relaxing around me. The tension in her shoulders eased, and she melted back against my chest with a soft sigh.
That was my signal. I began to move, each shallow thrust a deliberate act of worship. The feeling was beyond anything I could have imagined. It was a deep, primal connection that seared through the cold, through the fear, through everything. It was just her and me, joined in this breathtaking way.
To keep her lost in the pleasure, to chase away the last remnants of pain, I moved my hand around her hip, my thumb finding her clit again. She gasped, her body arching against mine, a moan catching in her throat. The sound went straight to my dick.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her, my voice thick with an emotion I couldn’t name. “That’s my girl. Let me feel you. Let me feel you come around me.”
My thrusts grew a little deeper, a little more confident, each one stoking a fire that was consuming us both.
