Page 23 of Claimed By The Mountain Man

“What?” I panic, wondering if he’s changed his mind about this, about me.

“I just thought that… that you should know that I’ve never done this before,” he says, shocking me.

“Done… what?”

He ducks his head, a pink blush staining his cheeks. “This.”

“Sex?” My brain struggles to accept that this hot man could be a virgin.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No! God, no. I-I’ve never either,” I tell him. “I’m a virgin.”

He smiles, and I relax. I trust Carter. I know he’ll make our first time perfect.

With that thought in my head, I push down my panties and reach around my back to unclasp my bra. Carter lets out a moan as the last piece of clothing falls away, leaving me naked in front of him.

He’s quick to push off his boxers, and then we’re crashing together. His lips trail along my jaw and down my neck. I arch against him. His hands seem to be everywhere, all over me.

We back up a step, then another, until we hit the bed. I gasp as I fall backward, and Carter smirks down at me.

I scoot back on the bed, holding my hand out for him to join me. He prowls onto the mattress, his lips pressing against my ankle, then my shin, my knee, my thigh. By the time he reaches my center, I’m a panting, needy puddle on the bed.

“I need to taste you,” he groans against my thigh.

I nod, spreading my legs wider so that he can settle between them. My hips are restless as his hot breath teases my intimate flesh. He grips my hips, pinning me in place.

“Carter,” I beg, though I don’t know what I’m begging for.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he purrs. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

Then, without warning, he leans in and buries his face in my drenched core. I cry out, screaming so loudly that my throat hurts. His tongue rolls over my clit, licking down to my virgin opening, then back up to that sensitive little bundle of nerves. He does it again, his tongue flicking against my clit, tracing downward, then back up to suck my clit into his mouth.

My muscles coil tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue or suck of his lips. I’m close to coming, my pussy absolutely drenched as his mouth works me over.

“Oh, God!” I shout as I splinter apart.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. I want to be covered in your juices. So fucking sweet. So fucking hot.”

His lips suction around my clit, and I go off like a firework. I shriek his name, my head thrashing on the pillow as I come. Carter’s mouth never stops teasing me, extending my orgasm. He growls, licking up every drop of my release.

I sag against the bed, still coming down from my high when Carter presses one final kiss on my clit and kisses his way up my body. His palms mold my breasts, plumping them up for his mouth. I gasp, squirming beneath him as his lips wrap around one of my nipples, sucking it into his hot mouth.

“Oh!” I shout, my body burning up.

Carter’s cock presses against my pussy, and I rock against him. My pussy lips wrap around his dick, my juices soaking him instantly as we grind together.

When the tip of him rubs over my clit, I cry out, my hips jerking forward and back.

“Carter, please!” I sob.

He releases my tits, licking a path up my neck. His lips crash into mine, and I cling to him as he starts to sink into me. His thick length stretches me almost painfully, and I suck in a breath as he presses against my virginity.

“Still good?” Carter pants against my lips.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He presses his forehead against mine, letting me adjust for a moment. Then his lips are back on mine as his hips slam forward and he buries himself inside me to the hilt.