Page 11 of A Very Mountain Man Wooing

“Your turn,” I say hoarsely, and he smiles.

“We don’t have to rush into this. We can just go to bed,” he says, but I’m already shaking my head no.

“I want to taste you,” I say, and I wonder where the words came from.

I’ve never been so bold before in my life. It’s like Whit brings out the best in me. He makes me the girl that I’ve always wished I could be. Someone brave and sexy, and confident.

"Anise,” he says, but I’m already rising to my knees and staring down at him expectantly.

“Are you going to make me beg?” I ask him, and he licks his lips, swallowing hard.

He’s still fully dressed, and I lean back on my heels as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. His hands go to the button of his jeans next, but I’m too distracted by his chest to pay attention.

Whit is ripped. His tan skin is stretched across muscles that I haven’t ever seen outside of a magazine, and my mouth waters at the sight. There are a few raised lines and marks, and I lean forward, brushing my finger over the one on his shoulder.

He stills under my touch, and I look up, meeting his green eyes.

“Bullet,” he says simply, and my eyes widen.

He has three identical spots on his torso, and I lean forward, kissing them each softly.

“Fuck, Anise. The things that you do to me.”

I blush, my body warming at his words.

His hips rise off of the bed, and he pushes his jeans and boxers off together. My eyes snap to his cock, and I swallow hard.

“There’s no way,” I start, and he laughs.

“We can still just go to bed,” he says, and I love that he’s not pressuring me.

His cock is angry and red looking, obviously in need of relief, but if I say no, I know he would go to bed without complaint.

He would do anything for me.

I want to do this for him.

I shuffle back on my knees until I’m between his big thighs, and then I lower down to my stomach.

“I’ve never done this before, and you’re huge, so this might not be very good,” I warn him.

“It’s with you, love. It’s already the best that I’ve ever had.”

With those words in my head, I reach up, tentatively gripping his length in my hand. My fingers don’t even meet around the width, and I lick my lips as I lean forward and place a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Anise,” Whit hisses, his hips shifting and lifting off the bed.

I look up at him and see his green eyes have darkened. His gaze is locked on me and he’s looking at me like I’m a goddess. It sends a rush through me and I kiss him again.

My mouth opens and I flick my tongue against the underside of his dick. His hands fist the bedsheets, and I do it again.

I slowly explore him, testing out new things and watching his reaction to see if he likes it. By the time I open my mouth and take the first inch of him inside of me, he’s a panting, sweaty mess.

I know he’s been holding himself back for me, wanting me to feel comfortable with him, and I love how sweet he is.

I take another inch into my mouth before he hits the back of my throat and I swallow, using my hand to stroke the rest of him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers to himself, his eyes almost rolling back in his head. “That’s so good, love.”

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