Page 22 of My Mountain Man Grump
Heat skitters across my skin, and I grab hold of the picnic blanket as Cole kisses the indentation between my thigh and the top of my leg. His mouth encloses over my panties, and I gasp as warm heat filters through to my pussy.
Then he’s pulling my panties aside, and there’s nothing between me and his mouth. The sensation hasme grasping the picnic blanket in my fists. My back arches as his mouth crashes against my sex.
“Cole...” I squeak out, and he pauses to look up at me. “Don’t stop.”
He gives me a wicked grin as he slides my panties down my legs and off my ankles. Then his head dips and I’m lost in pure sensation.
Cole’s tongue explores my most intimate places while his hands roam over my hips, my ass, and then, gently like the breeze rippling through the grass, he strokes my most intimate place.
My back arches in pleasure, and I moan his name. My body responds to his touch, writhing under his warm mouth as he licks and sucks and enters me with his fingers.
A breeze tickles my bare legs, and the rush of the river is like the gushing sensations building inside me. He takes me higher with every lick, with every thrust of his palm until I peak like a waterfall, crashing over the edge and falling, falling until my body becomes one with the water, flowing and fluid.
I gasp for air as my body returns to me. But Cole isn’t done yet. His mouth presses against my trembling nub, and instant sensation sparks though me. I peak again, and this time it’s so intense I grab his head in my hands and pull him onto me. My legs stick straight up in the air, and my cries echo across the valley.
When I crash back this time, Cole sits up. He’s got a hungry look in his eye and it sends a new delicious shiver through me.
I sit up on my elbows as he pulls his belt open and slips his jeans off. His package strains at the fabric of his boxers, and there’s a wet mark where his tip has leaked.
I sit up on my knees and pull my t-shirt over my head. Cole loves my breasts, and I want to feel his hands on them. I take one of his meaty palms and place it over my breast. He pulls the fabric of my bra down and strums the nipple.
My fingers unbutton his shirt, taking my time to run my hands over his tight muscles.
Soon we’re both naked, kneeling before each other as we explore each other’s bodies, his tight and lean, mine soft and squishy. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He touches every part of me like a tender lover rather than a man I’ll only spend one time with.
The thought that this is it makes my chest tight. But I push that aside and focus on his hands and what they’re doing. Soon I’m lost in the sensation of my body pressing against him as we move together. His lips lock on mine and the kiss is hungry and urgent.
I pause to fish a condom out of my jeans pocket, and Cole raises his eyebrows.
“You came prepared?”
“I came hopeful.”
He grins, and I love too much the way it lights up his face and makes me grin back goofily.
I slide the condom on, fumbling at my first attempt. Then we tumble to the ground together in a tangle of limbs. My leg wraps around him, and he grabs my hip and positions my leg so I’m wide open for him.
Nervousness bubbles up inside me as his hardness bumps up against my entrance.
Sensing my hesitation, Cole smooths my hair back and his gaze meets mine. “Just relax, Carrie. I got you.”
I bite my lower lip and breathe deeply as he slides into me. I gasp, and my eyes squeeze shut.
“Keep your eyes on me,” Cole instructs. They fly open, and he’s staring at me intensely. “It might hurt for a bit, but we’re in this together. You look at me and you’ll be okay.”
I nod quickly, and he eases in a bit more. A hot pain makes me gasp. I’m being stretched like I never thought possible. I stay focused on Cole and his calm reassuring gaze.
“Breathe with me, Carrie.”
His chest rises in and out and I copy him, never taking my gaze of his. Cole pushes forward, and this time there’s no pain. Only an incredible feeling of being stretched to my limit, of being full up with this man.
Instead of a gasp, I whimper as all my pleasure centers open.
Cole lets out a long ragged breath. “You feel incredible.’
He kisses me slowly, and the movement of his body on mine slides him deeper still. But this time I welcome the sensation. My hips rise to meet his and he groans as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him tighter to me.
As I lose myself in Cole, I wonder why the hell I waited so long to try this, and I also wonder if it would feel the same with anyone other than Cole.
