Page 7 of Marrying the Mountain Man

I shook my head. “No.”

At the same time, I reach down as far as my hand would go. I could only reach his stomach. I wanted more. I repositioned myself, somehow summoning the energy to scoot down a little. Just enough so I could touch him.

I felt his eyes on me as I slipped my fingers past the elastic waistband of his shorts. I wasn’t left-handed, so my movements were a little awkward, but this was for me. This was the first time I’d touched a man in my life.

The skin was smooth, but something that felt like veins ran the length of him. His cock was hard as steel, and it moved slightly as I ran my fingers and my palm all the way down to the base, then pulled back again. He sucked in a breath and fell backward, his head landing on the pillow.

That made him all mine.

Emboldened by courage I didn’t even know I had, I shifted to a seated position and tugged on the elastic until his shorts came down. He helped me by kicking his underwear out of the way once it reached his knees. I was too busy feasting on the sight in front of me.

He smiled at me, clasping his hands behind his head. A slow grin spread across his face, and I knew exactly what he was doing. He was inviting me to do whatever I wanted to him.

So, I lowered my head and tasted him. I used only my tongue at first, slowly sliding it over his tip, then swirling it around. I saw him up there, watching me, but his eyes had gone heavy-lidded. Even without looking, though, I knew I was on the right track. I could tell by the way his cock twitched slightly, seeming to grow harder by the second.

Reaching up with my right hand, I pulled my hair out of the way while sliding my left hand all the way to the base again. I gave a slight twist, and he moaned. Yes. He liked that.

Without hesitating, I slid my mouth around him, going as far as I could. He was thick and my mouth was small, so it wasn’t easy, but he sucked air through his teeth, and I knew I had him.

He was putty in my hands.

Suddenly, he sat up, putting a hand on my shoulder to pull me away from him. My eyes widened. Had I done something wrong?

“Was that…not…right?” I asked.

Now his eyes widened. We were both seated, facing each other, and I wanted to disappear. This was mortifying. Maybe there was a how-to book I could read—

“It was amazing,” he said. “But I want to finish inside you, not…like that. Not the first time, anyway.”

Oh. A smile spread across my face as I realized I’d totally misinterpreted things. He still wanted me. I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Still, I couldn’t wait to learn how to please him in every way possible.

“Do you want me…on bottom?” I asked.

I wasn’t sure which way was better for the first time. Would it hurt? I’d heard it would. Maybe being on bottom was better for that.

“Are you sure you still want this?” he asked.

I couldn’t nod hard enough. I wanted this more than I wanted my next breath. Ineededthis.

“Trust me?” he asked.

That was all I needed to hear.

5

PHOENIX

Cherry Estes trusted me. She trusted me with her innocence. I had to make this special for her.

As instructed, she lay down, staring up at me from the cream-colored bedsheets that seemed inadequate now. She should be lying on silk or satin. Maybe even with gold trim of some kind. But it was too late for that. I had to make the most of what I had.

“I’ll go slowly,” I promised as I moved over her.

The look in her eyes told me going slowly was the right thing. It wouldn’t be easy. My cock strained toward her, craving the feel of her around me. But I had to do this. For her.

I lowered my mouth to hers, planting a long, slow kiss on her. She wiggled beneath me, and I knew what she was trying to tell me. She was ready.

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