Page 6 of Marrying the Mountain Man

Her voice jerked me from my thoughts. There was something in her voice, and that something sprung my cock to life. It forced me to once again shift my weight to relieve some pressure.

“What’s that?” I asked distractedly.

When I glanced over at her, I saw that she’d managed to split the seam of the water bottle label completely. It now sprung apart, bringing to mind the way her breasts would pop free of the bra as soon as I undid the clasp.

Apparently, there was no stopping my sexual thoughts. Even something as simple as a label peeling off got me going.

“I want you to take my virginity,” she said. “Now.”

4

CHERRY

Maybe I should have waited for night to fall. Even with the lights shut off in Phoenix’s bedroom, sunlight still streamed through the window. Just enough to keep me fully visible as I stood in the doorway to the bathroom.

My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure he could hear it. But he was all the way over on the bed, covered only by a sheet. The comforter was folded up at the end, as though he wanted nothing to come between us once we got started.

“Hi,” he said, pushing himself up so he could see. “You’re…beautiful.”

There was an awkwardness in the way he said those words. A shyness. When asked, he’d admitted that he’d been with women, but he wasn’t a ladies’ man. That sudden awareness pushed me past my fears and gave me the courage I needed to cross the room to that bed.

I was safe with him. He’d take care of me.

“Thank you,” I said as I lifted the sheet and prepared to climb into bed.

“I want to see you.” He propped himself up on his elbow and stared at me. “All of you.”

I could have said no. I could have climbed beneath the sheets and asked him to undress me. But the huskiness in his voice made me want to undress in front of him. I wanted to bathe in the warmth of his stare as he took in the curve of my breasts and the outline of my hips.

Slowly, seductively, I tugged the hem of my nightie up and over my head. And then I stood, wearing only the black see-through triangle of fabric that covered my aching core. He could remove those.

“Cherry,” he breathed, his gaze drinking me in. Then he gestured for me to come toward him. That was all the invitation I needed.

Trying to look sexy but no doubt failing, I climbed onto the bed, pulling the sheet over me. But he didn’t touch me. Instead, he leaned forward and captured my mouth with his in a long, passionate kiss.

It started out slow and sweet, but the instant his tongue touched mine, the kiss intensified. We couldn’t get enough of each other. And then his hands started to drift over my body. He traced a line from my neck over the left curve of my breast, finally running his finger over my distended nipple.

I was grateful he pulled away from the kiss. Dividing my attention between our kiss and his touch was getting tough. But he had plans for me. He pushed me onto my back and traced kisses down my neck and beyond, moving over to the nipple he’d just touched.

“Oh,” I gasped as he took my full nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. I wiggled beneath him, but that was just the start of his plans for my body.

When he kissed a path over my stomach and toward my thighs, I knew exactly what he’d planned. A first for me. He went slowly, kissing up the inside of my thigh until I was writhing beneath him. I waited for the thin band of my panties to tug downward, but he kissed me through them, his tongue teasing me, the thin cloth serving as a barrier.

I never would’ve imagined it, but the sensation seemed even more powerful than if he’d made direct contact. The cloth rubbed against my clit, teasing it and making me want more.

And then the cloth moved downward. Not all the way off, but below my knees. There was something even sexier about that—the feeling of my panties still technically on as he lifted my hips and explored my clit with his tongue.

I cried out, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. I gripped the pillow beneath my head as heat rushed through me. And then the waves overtook me, my pussy clenching as a pleasure so intense I thought I might die of it filled my body.

He didn’t stop, even as the waves subsided. I lowered my hips and raised my head to look down at him. Our eyes met as he lifted his head too, and the heat in his stare told me he wanted me. Probably more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything in his life.

Hewantedme. That thought filled my heart. He could have any woman he wanted, and he chose me.

Crawling up beside me, Phoenix stared down at my face, propping himself above me on his elbow. “We can stop now, if that’s what you want.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his bulge. Bigger than ever, threatening to pop right out of his boxer shorts. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted it inside me.

This was what being a woman was all about.

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