Page 11 of Her Mountain Man's Christmas Lie
“You’re a virgin?”
“I’ve been waiting for you, and you’ve been a little slow taking my hints.”
“The pictures in your letters. God, I love the one with you in your white bikini and the pretty little pink sun dress. They’re in my wallet.”
She smiles. “Now Séamus, make love to me, now.”
Gently, I remove her shirt and underwear before shucking my own clothes. Lying between her legs, I slide my forearms under her back. Looking down on her face my heart fills with so much joy I’m not sure I can keep it in.
“You are so beautiful. Inside and out. Kind, loving, forgiving. I don’t deserve you. I don’t even have a job yet.”
“All of that will come with time. You’ll find something. You need to completely heal first. I love this house. It holds beautiful memories of Chris, Martha, you and I together. You and I are simple people. We’ll be fine.”
I kiss her forehead, then each eyelid. I have to do this right. I need to worship her like she deserves. Reining in my own need, I trail kisses down her neck to her pink tipped breast. She’s so soft and warm. Her skin is like silk to my touch. Her stuttered breaths are music to my ears, feeding my desire as I try to build hers. Stroking one breast, I gently suckle the other. Her every moan and gasp, the way her sleek body arches into me, feeds my own need.Her first. Her always first.
“Séamus. More, I need more.”
Slipping one hand between us, I slide two fingers through the juices oozing from her core to teasing her nub. “Do you touch yourself, love? Do you make yourself come?”
“Some…sometimes.”
“Here? Do you rub your hard little nub?” I stroke lightly with my thumb.
“Yeess.”
“Do you have a toy?”
She hesitates and I smile, knowing the answer before she speaks.
“Yes.”
“You use it here, right?” I increase the pressure and speed of my touch on her clit.
“Yeess.”
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
“So good.”
Keeping my thumb on her nub, I swirl my two middle fingers through her juices and tease the entrance to her channel. She’s so wet for me. “How about here? You ever use it here?”
She shakes her head. “No. I waited for you. I want you to be my first.”
God, she humbles me. I wish I could say she’s my first. There haven’t been many. Although I’ve worked the hell out of my own hand to visions of her once she started sending me pictures.
She meets my gaze. “It’s okay. I knew. But I’m your first skin on skin. It’s only us now.”
“Only you, love. Only you.”
Sliding lower I kiss a path to the heart of her need.
“Séamus, I want you.”
“I want you nice and ready for me, love. Just lay back and enjoy.”
Her initial gasp, her moans of need fill my chest and feed my own hunger. I want this to be good for her. I’m big, I need her relaxed, wet and ready.
Running my tongue through her folds, I slide my arms under her thighs, palming her buttocks to keep her in place. God, the sounds she’s making have my cock jumping.
