Page 13 of My Mountain Man Valentine
I need to show him the other side of me, the side no one sees but that for some reason I feel comfortable enough to show him.
I reach up behind my head and pull my hair out of the tight bun. It falls down my shoulders and I run my hand through it, letting it settle in place.
Then I discard my glasses. They’re only for long distance, and I can still see every detail of the man before me. I see how his pants stir and the erection in them grows longer and the way he can’t keep his eyes off me.
“I want you to fuck me, Ethan.” His eyes go wide at the coarse language. I don’t usually swear but I feel wild around this man, like I want to do things I’ve never done before.
I inch closer to him and kneel before him, ignoring the pain when my ankle bumps against the ground.
I’m wearing a blouse that’s buttoned all the way to the top. I don’t usually show off my body, but I want to show it to this man.
Carefully, I unbutton the top button and then the next one. Ethan looks pained as I slowly undo all the buttons on my blouse, letting it hang open. His eyes widen as I slide the blouse off my shoulders.
I inch forward and let the foil blanket drop from around my waist. His eyes linger over my body, and there’s hunger in them. I bet he wasn’t expecting the lacey underwear with the tiny bows.
But there’s a lot about me he doesn’t know, and I want to show him.
7
ETHAN
There are tiny red bows on the straps of her bra and one nestled between her breasts, providing flashes of color against the black lace that houses her perfect breasts. The fabric seems too delicate to hold them, and the nipples press against the lace bursting to get out.
With Lucy’s hair falling around her shoulders and her wide green eyes free from obstruction, the prim schoolteacher is transformed into a pouting sex goddess, one I’m no longer capable of refusing.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I give Lucy one last chance to back out of this, because once I give into her, I don’t know if I can be gentle. It’s been too long since I was with a woman, and now one is before me begging me to fuck her. It’s stirring something inside me I thought was dormant.
In answer, she shuffles forward and straddles me. When her legs part to straddle me, the thin triangle of lace is exposed, the fabric barely covering her mound.
“I’ll beg if I have to.” Her eyes are pools of desire and her begging me to fuck her is something I need to hear.
I reach for a cushion and prop her ankle onto it. I can’t stand the thought of her being in pain.
I grab her hips and pull her onto my hard cock. Her eyes go wide and I’m reminded of how innocent she is, how this is all bluff and blunder.
“You have to be sure this is what you want, Lucy. Because I might not be gentle.”
She gasps, and instead of backing away, her hands grab my shoulders and she grinds down onto me, moving her hips in rhythm as my cock pumps up to meet her.
“I might like it rough.”
“Fuck,” I groan. This woman is too much. But before I lose control I have to set some ground rules, make sure we both know what the deal is.
“I’m not looking for a relationship.”
She swivels her hips agonizingly slowly. “Neither am I.”
“It’s just one time.” I slide her hips back and forth so she rubs against the length of my cock, making her moan and making me wonder if one time will be enough.
“One night,” I correct myself. “It’s just for tonight.”
She’s panting and breathless, and when I look at her face I realize how close she is already. “Fuck. Are you about to…?”
“One night, Ethan,” she pants. “I only want one night…”
Her words trail away as she rubs herself against my cock, which is leaking through the thin fabric that’s between us. If she’s getting off with layers of clothes between us, what will she be like without?
“I’ll sign a contract if you want me to…” She rolls her hips rhythmically, and her mouth pops open as her pants turn to little moans of pleasure. “Just give me what I need.”
