Page 15 of My Mountain Man Valentine
She’s breathing hard, and it’s a damn shame she’s been left on the shelf for so long. If I’d known this sweetheart was alonewith her hidden desires only an hour’s drive away, I would have hunted her down long ago.
“Do you touch yourself, Lucy?”
Her eyes smolder. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
She hesitates for only a moment. Then her hand slides down her body and over her panties. Her fingers press against the fabric where her clit is, and she moves in small circles.
Her back arches, and she tips her head back and her eyes flutter closed. God she’s beautiful. Perfect. I could watch her for hours, but this isn’t part of our one night contract. This isn’t what she needs.
I gently put her hands aside and slide her panties aside. They’re too sexy to take off. She’s wet and sticky, and her musky scent fills my senses.
I kiss her hairless mound, moving lower and lower toward her center.
“You don’t need to do this.” Her voice is husky. “It’s not part of the agreement.”
“I want to taste you.” I need to taste her, to bury my head between her legs and devour her. I can’t explain what’s come over me, but I’ve never felt desire this strong.
My mouth closes around her pussy, and Lucy whimpers at the sensation. Her back arches, and she clutches the blanket.
“Ethan...” Her voice is a whine, and I love the noises she’s making.
I sling her leg over my shoulder, so at least her ankle’s staying elevated.
Then I take it slow, licking and kissing her in all her sensitive places. I want her to remember this forever, the first time she felt a man’s kiss on her pussy. I want to make it so good that she loses her mind. I want to ruin her for whoever comes after.
As I lick her gently, I slip a finger inside and then two, priming her to take my girth. Her pussy sucks my fingers into her wet heat and my cock jerks in my pants, eager to feel her.
I pull her to the edge of release and then slow down, dragging her back as I slowly kiss her engorged nub.
“Ethan…” My name on her lips is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
Lucy pulls my head toward her and tangles her hand in my hair. As I build up the pace, she holds my head in place and rubs herself against my tongue.
“Please…” she begs. “Let me come.”
This time I don’t slow down; I keep up the pace as I plunge my fingers deep inside. Lucy comes like a freight train. Her legs stiffen, and she grasps my head so hard I think she’s going to snap my neck. Her cries echo through the forest, waking the animals and rustling the trees.
When her legs go limp, I start licking again, slow movements with just the right amount of pressure. She comes again hard and fast, and again and again and again, until I’ve milked every orgasm out of her.
When she finally stops trembling, I sit back on my knees. Lucy is splayed out before me, her sexy underwear askew and her cheeks flushed.
“Satisfied?” I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face when I look at her, her hair a messy tangle and her cheeks rosy, pink. But she only shakes her head.
“You haven’t fulfilled the contract. That was nice, but I’m still a virgin.”
“Nice?” I raise my eyebrows, because I lost count of the number of times she came, and calling it nice seems a little disingenuous.
She giggles, a lazy laugh. “You promised me rough, Ethan.”
There’s a challenge in her eyes, and if that’s what she wants then I’ll give it to her.
“You want it rough. You got it.”
I grab Lucy’s hips and flip her over so her face pushes into the picnic blanket. I pull her hips up, and she gasps as her ankle bumps the ground.
“Keep your legs up and open,” I growl as I pull her thighs apart.
