Page 18 of My Mountain Man Grump
“Are you wearing the same underwear I saw you in today?’
Carrie bites her lips shyly and nods. “It’s really comfortable.”
I chuckle as I lift her dress over her head. How did Iget so lucky to have this woman fall at my door? I throw it over a stump and marvel at the vision before me.
Carrie kneeling in her tiny lacy underwear, her skin glowing pale in the starlight. A breeze brushes past us, and she shivers.
Her hand shoots out to cover her belly, and I grab her by the wrist. “You’re beautiful. Don’t hide it.”
I drop her hand, and she lets it fall by her side.
My finger traces a line from her belly button over the curves of her stomach and to the thin fabric of her bra.
“Do you always go around wearing underwear this sexy?”
She shakes her head and hides a giggle. “I bought it especially, just in case.”
I raise an eyebrow, knowing what she means but wanting to hear her say it. “Just in case what?”
She bites her lower lip. “Just in case you weren’t a grumpy asshole and I wanted to show you my breasts in real life.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Usually it’s only my kids that make me laugh, but this woman is affecting me in all sorts of ways.
“Sometimes I’m a grumpy asshole…” I trail my hand over the fabric and finding a nipple, tweak it between my fingers. Carrie gasps and the smile slips off her face, replaced by a dark-eyed look of desire. “But I am going to see your breasts.”
I pull the lace down over her right breast, and it springs out of the bra. I catch it in my hand and palm her soft skin. “I’m going to touch your breasts…” Carrie gasps as my fingers tug at the soft bud, making it harden. I lean forward, and my breath tickles her tender skin. “…and I’m going to taste your breasts.”
My mouth encloses over her nipple and Carrie moans, a low guttural sound that makes me ache for her. Her hand slides into my hair and she holds on as I explore every part of her delicious breasts, licking and sucking and tasing her until she’s writhing against me with her head tilted back to the stars.
I unclasp her bra and it falls away, leaving her exposed and open and vulnerable in a way that makes my chest squeeze.
“Lie down.” I gently push her onto the ground, adjusting the coat so she’s lying on it and not the hard earth. Her body is a wonderland, and my hand and mouth move down every part of it.
She claws at my shirt and I shrug it off, enjoying the sensation when her fingers trail over my body. I keep myself in shape, a holdover from my military days, and I’m glad now as she bumps up against every hard part of me. Her soft body contrasts mine in the most delicious way.
My hand slides between her legs, and her panties are hot and damp. The tiny bit of fabric pushes aside easily, and then my fingers graze her slick folds.
She’s wet and ready, and I long to be inside her. But I need to warm her up first to take my girth. My finger trails rings round her slick entrance, and then I slide inside her. Tightness grips me in a sticky wet heat that makes my dick drip with longing.
Carrie gasps and sits up on her elbows. She’s breathing hard, and her eyes are deep pools and wide. I long to plunge into her and take her, but I also love watching the way she reacts to every touch with intensity and wonder as if it’s her first time.
The thought has me pulling up short. My finger pauses inside her.
Carrie’s flushed face turns to mine. “Why did you stop?”
Her pussy tugs at my finger and she’s breathing hard, an erotic vision that will stay with me forever.
“Carrie, have you done this before?”
She bites her lower lip and sticks her chin out in that defiant way she has. “Does it matter that I’m a virgin?”
Holy fuck. She looks both innocent and like a temptress looking up at me with wide lust-filled eyes. It shouldn’t matter. She’s here in front of me ready and willing, and we’ve agreed it’s casual. I should lay on top of her and plunge into her like I long to.
But it does matter. I can’t take something so precious from Carrie.
I pull my hand away from between her legs. “Your first time should be with someone special.”
She rolls her eyes, and I’m reminded of the ten year age difference between us.
