Page 10 of A Very Mountain Man Wooing

It feels like a dream to finally have Anise beneath me, half-naked. I’ve been imagining this ever since I met her, and now it’s finally happening.

I switch to her other breast, and her fingers sink into my hair, holding me to her as I lavish the sweet swell with my mouth. I bite down on the underside of her tit, and she gasps, her hips rising against me.

“Whit, please,” she cries, and I kiss my way down her stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants.

I stand then, gripping the waistband of her pants and pulling them and her panties down her legs. Anise is staring up at me with trust shining in her dark blue eyes, and I fall a little more in love with her right then and there.

I unhook her bra and toss that on top of her clothes. I hover over her, her breath fanning across my lips, and my mouth waters at the thought of finally kissing her. I want to taste her, and my mouth moves closer to hers, so close that they’re almost brushing hers.

“Can I kiss you here?” I ask as I brush my knuckle between her soft folds.

“Uh-huh,” she says, and I look up at her to see her watching me with half-lidded eyes.

I want to draw this out and make her beg, but I’ve wanted her for too long, and I can’t wait another second to learn what she tastes like.

I push her thighs open wider and run my tongue up her center. Her answering moans are like a symphony to my ears, and I smile to myself as I bury my face in her folds.

FOUR

Anise

I’ve never really givensex much thought. It would have been shameful to discuss when I was still living with the church, and after I left, I was more focused on trying to survive and hide from my family to think about it.

Whit’s face is buried between my legs, and he’s licking me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream. It’s hard for me to concentrate on anything besides what his talented mouth is doing to me, and part of me is grateful for that.

I’m not exactly a size two, and I’ve always been self-conscious of my weight and curves. I was the heaviest girl back home, and the other kids used to pick on me for it. Even my parents commented on it almost daily. They used to put me on diets or force me to work out twice a day, but none of it ever helped.

Whit doesn’t seem to mind my weight, though. He seems to love my curves, and for the first time in my life, I feel beautiful and desirable.

Why was I fighting this thing between us so hard?

His finger nudges against my opening, and I’m pulled from my thoughts. I can’t help but tense, and Whit kisses my thigh.

“It’s okay, love. I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he rasps against my skin, and I shiver at his words.

I take a deep breath, doing my best to relax as he pushes one thick finger inside me.

“Oh!” I shout, and he grunts.

“So damn tight. I’m only up to the first knuckle. I’m going to have to really stretch you first if I want to have a shot of getting my dick even halfway into this tight pussy.”

He’s talking more to himself than to me, and I close my eyes, letting my body just feel as he sucks my clit back into his mouth and inches his finger deeper inside of me.

We both pause when he nudges up against my virginity, and kisses my thigh again.

“Not yet,” he tells me, and I relax.

I wiggle my hips, wanting him to go back to what he was doing. The pressure from when he first pushed into me is gone, and it was starting to feel good. Really good.

Whit gets the message and seems to double his efforts to make me come. His tongue rolls over my clit, and my back threatens to arch off the bed. His arm comes up, pinning me back down to the mattress as he presses his thumb to the little bundle of nerves. Having one finger in me and the other torturing my clit like that has me sailing higher than I ever thought was possible,

"Whit, Whit, Whit," I chant, and then his mouth is back on me.

I lose track of time and where my body ends and his begins as my orgasm rises higher and higher inside me.

“Oh! Whit!” I shout as the wave crashes down on me, sweeping me under.

My throat is hoars,e and I realize that I must have been screaming during my release. My body is weightless, floating as Whit kisses his way back up my body. The bed dips as he lies on his side next to me, and I blink my eyes open at him.

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