Page 26 of My Mountain Man Valentine
“We’ve got about an hour.” My voice quavers as his fingertip slides under the fabric of my skirt and trails up my inner thigh.
“An hour should do it. You know any good make out spots around here?”
His finger brushes over my panties as a surge of heat floods my pussy. I moan and my head falls back before I remember where we are.
I sit up suddenly and pull his hand out of my skirt. “You better drive fast or we’re going to get arrested for indecent acts outside a school.”
Ethan chuckles and turns over the engine.
I direct him to a private road a few miles out of town. It leads to an abandoned farmhouse with a fishing lake. He parks between two overgrown trees where we’re shielded from the road.
Before the engine is off, I climb onto his lap.
It’s been two long weeks thinking about Ethan, and I need his hands on me now.
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ETHAN
Lucy climbs onto my lap, and I slide the seat back as far as it will go. Her back grazes the steering wheel, but she’s too impatient to care. So am I. After two long weeks, I crave her touch.
My dick’s rock hard, and it becomes painful as she squirms against me.
Driving out here, I imagined laying out a picnic blanket and making love to her slowly, but Lucy has other ideas. Her hands paw at my belt until my cock pops out of my pants. Her palms envelop me, and her cool hands do nothing to stem the fire inside me.
I push the fabric of her skirt up, exposing the delicate lace of her underwear.
“Fuck, Lucy, did you know I was coming today?”
She shakes her head. “I always wear lacy underwear. I like having a secret under my sensible skirt.”
I run my hand over the delicate fabric that’s already sticky wet with her juices. “What other secrets are you hiding?”
My hands move to her blouse, sensibly buttoned up to her neck. I undo the top button, exposing the pale skin of her throat. My lips press gently against every new part of her I unravel. Herneck, her clavicle, her chest, and finally the beautiful orbs of her breasts, encased in lace to match her panties.
“You’re beautiful.”
She beams at me, and I slide the blouse off her shoulders, pulling it off and disposing of it on the passenger seat.
With every item of clothing she loses, she becomes less of the sensible schoolteacher and more of the wild passionate woman from the hut.
Her hair’s tied back in a severe bun and I pull at the clasps until it falls loose, cascading over my fingers like a silken waterfall. I unclasp her bra and she shakes her head, shaking the tresses into place until they fall over her breasts.
She goes to take her glasses off, and I stop her hand.
“Leave them on. I want to make love to every version of you. I love you Lucy, every version of you. The sex goddess and the sensible teacher.”
“I love you too, Ethan.”
She rises up, and I pull her hips toward me where my hardness is waiting to sink into her.
“I want you to be my woman, Lucy, always.”
I balance her on the end of my tip and let her sink onto me. Her eyes widen, but they stay on me as she slides down my shaft. It’s intense, and my heart opens as I impale her.
She’s my woman now, all for me.
I pull her nipples into my mouth one at a time, and she arches her back and cries out as I bite down on the pink nubs. She rocks against me until her moans echo around the pickup. The windows fog up with our breathing, and her scent fills my senses.
