Page 14 of Grumpy Mountain Man
Fuck, I was going to come if this kept up much longer. My left hand began wandering, moving over her hip and sliding under the band of her underwear. She sighed and moved against me, those breasts once again teasing me, threatening to drive me over the edge.
When her hands made their way to my ass, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. We’d just started, and already, I felt like I might come.
I broke the kiss and stepped back, putting my hands on her hips and lifting her onto the pool table. “Oof,” she said, but she had a smile on her face.
I wasn’t smiling. I was laser focused on my goal. My hands were on her underwear almost as soon as I had her settled on the green felt. I tugged them off and let them fall to the ground, then moved between them and lowered my head to kiss her again.
This time, she was the one who made a sound, moaning as my tongue parted her lips and dove inside to taste her mouth. At the same time, my fingers moved up her thigh, going straight to that delicious pussy I’d just lay bare.
Dakota gasped against my mouth as I parted her folds and slid a finger into her tight channel. I took that as a good sign and continued thrusting in and out. Rehearsal for what I’d do later with my cock.
When she was warmed up enough, I broke the kiss and knelt, not breaking our stare. She watched me go all the way down, my finger still inside her as I moved my face between her thighs and ran my tongue over her swollen clit.
Damn, she tasted good. And she was wet. So wet for me. I longed to tell her just how much I wanted her right now, but it was better that I show her.
The rail made it a little awkward, but I nudged her forward with my left hand and she seemed to get the message, scooting as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.
“Oh,” she said on a sigh as I flicked my tongue faster and faster, moving my fingers in and out.
I knew what I was doing was bringing her to the brink, and later, I’d hold her there longer. Maybe tease her, draw it out. Not now, though. Now, my goal was to show her what she’d been missing and mark her as mine. Or maybe I’d be marking me as hers.
Either way, by the end of the night, we’d be one.
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DAKOTA
Holy shit, this felt good. None of my previous attempts had even come close to this. It wasn’t just him touching me, though. His tongue moved over me and the slick feel of it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
At some point, I moved my hand to my breast and began running my thumb over my nipple. Some part of me was aware I should feel self-conscious. This was my first time with Chaz, and he could see what I was doing, but I didn’t care. I knew I could feel free to be who I was with this man. Besides, it just felt too damn good.
The electricity rushing through my body intensified until I felt like I was on a roller coaster, going up, up, up. And then I crested, and it felt so intense, it took my breath. Every nerve ending seemed alive for the first time.
“Yes, keep going like that,” I heard myself saying.
It was like someone else was speaking. I’d never said words like that before. But my body was responding on its own, and I didn’t care. I just wanted this feeling to never end.
When it did, though, and Chaz stood to look down at me, I knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“Scoot back,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he planned to do at first. But as I scooted, he watched me, his hand on his erection. And then, as his warm gaze slid over my body, it hit me. I turned him on—just the sight of me. And that turned me on more than anything else that had happened.
He tested the table first, as if making sure it was steady enough to hold both of us. I hadn’t even thought about it until then. Obviously, he decided it was safe because he climbed on. He crawled between my legs and looked down at me, holding himself up on his arms.
The look in his eyes went straight to my heart. It was desire mixed with something else—an intensity that I’d only dreamed I’d see from a man someday. Chaz couldn’t possibly love me—not yet—but that look sure said he did.
Then suddenly, his face changed, and my breath caught. Was he changing his mind about this? Oh no. I wanted this. Ineededthis.
“Protection,” he said. “I didn’t even think about it,”
“I’m on the pill.”
But I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant. That part shot through my mind as I watched his features relax. It was way too soon to say anything like that.
But as our eyes held in a long, heartfelt stare, I had this weird feeling that he was thinking exactly the same thing. He wanted kids, a wife, a home in the mountains… And something told me he wasn’t the kind of guy to open up about that to just anyone. Did that mean he wanted those things with me?
As he positioned his tip at my entrance, he didn’t break eye contact. It seemed to communicate that we were in this together. That he’d do his best not to hurt me. But this was my first time. Pain was inevitable.
