Page 5 of Grumpy Mountain Man

And then he smiles. Like seeing a baby fawn duck out from behind a tree. I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him really smile and it makes my stomach do a little flippy thing.

I want to reach out and touch his face, but he picks me up and with a half giggle, half squeal - carries me inside. Cradling me against his chest, he walks me through to the bathroom.

Weightless in his arms.

He drops my legs and I slide down his body till my feet touch the ground. He whips off his top. Sweater and t-shirt in one go. Then kicking off his boots as I take in the sight before me. I knew he had a broad chest, wide shoulders. I sensed there was muscle. But this is….breathtaking. Hard ridges of muscle I want to reach out and touch. His skin golden brown from days spent in the sun.

I watch as he leans in and turns the shower on. Then he looks at me and I feel like a bit of an idiot for just standing there watching him. But he grins, taking the button of my sweater, pulling it up over my head, over my raised arms, before tossing it on the floor. Next is my t-shirt.

I undo my bra. Letting it fall down my front.

“Oh my.” The words slip from his mouth as he looks at me with appreciation. Grabbing me, pulling me close. His kiss is urgent. One hand on my back, warm against my skin. The other coming up to stroke against the side of my breast. Then cupping it, feeling the weight in his hand. Squeezing. His thumb strokes across my already puckered nipple as he kisses me hard.

Then his hands are at my trousers. We are grinning and laughing and kissing as he undoes the buttons and pushes downwards. Hooking his thumbs in my panties. I step out of the pile of clothes. Naked. Normally I am shy about my body. My tummy. My thick thighs. But he looks at me as though I am beautiful. And up here in a log cabin with a stranger, what the hey. I came searching for happiness. Maybe this counts as research. The thought makes me grin.

“Fuck me, you are glorious.” He whispers the words. And then with a yelp he picks me up once more to deposit me in the shower under the warm running water. Watching me with those sexy green eyes as I put my face up to let the water stream over me.

It’s not long till he joins me. The feel of the warm water is nice. But I would much rather be touching his body.

Chapter 7

Magnus

Every part of me wants her. My hands ache to touch her, to feel the curves of her body. I want to be kissing her. I want to feel her body pressed to mine. I want to touch her all over. Make her gasp and groan and seriously want to claim this woman in a primal way. But she is so happy. All grins and giggles. It brings out a playful side I didn’t even know I had.

“I think we should explore this whole happiness dilemma, don’t you?” I ask her with a grin, while soaping up a washcloth in my hands.

“Well, I did come up here to do research for my paper.” She has a sexy twinkle in her beautiful eyes.

“Hmmm.” Reaching out I start to slowly run the wash cloth over her body. Over her curves. Loving how soft and smooth her skin is. Watching with wonder as soap bubbles cover her and then reveal the best bits as they are washed away with the water.

“Being nice and clean can make people happy.” I murmur.

She nods, letting out a little gasp as I pay extra attention to her puckered nipples. I love how sensitive her breasts are.

I step closer to her. Letting my chest gaze against her nipples. My hands travel up her thighs, bringing her closer. Skin against soapy skin.

“And being warm? Being warm makes people happy.” I whisper in her ear. Barely aware of what I am saying, just reveling in the joy of getting to touch her. I move my fingers between her legs. She holds onto my shoulders as I stroke against her. Slowly, gently exploring.

“It makes me damn happy you're so hot and wet for me, Ginny.” This time the words come out as a growl. It’s hard to keep playing this game when my cock is rock hard and throbbing.

And then I feel her hand wrap around my cock. Holy mountains. I have to hold myself very still otherwise I will explode. It’s been too long. I want this so much. I am on the edge. Hands on her body I flip her around, holding her back up against my chest, gripping her wrists to keep her hands still.

“If you touch me like that, this will all be over too quickly.”

She pushes her ass against me. We both moan at the same time. My erection pushing against her ass cheek. Fuck me. I’ve never met a woman so damn sexy. Leaning her forward I put her hands against the wall. My hands sliding down her body, lingering over her breasts, down over her hips. Making my way around the front I slip my fingers into her once more. Moving her feet wider apart.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Ginny? What you do to me?”

I move my fingers, stroking against her clit. Pushing inside of her. She pushes back against me, letting out little moans of pleasure mixed with cries of frustration.

I can’t believe I’m holding back. Years alone and now the sexiest, most beautiful, joyous, spirited woman is naked in the shower with me. Practically begging me to push my huge, rock hard cock inside of her. But I’ve got one more question for her.

It’s meant to sound charming, but my words are low and husky. “Would it make you happy if I fucked you, Ginny?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!!!” She practically screams her answer.

Positioning my cock against the opening of her pussy, I stroke it up and down through the wetness before pushing inside of her. Holy stars, she feels so good. Hot and wet and tight. I grip her hips and push in. I want her to take all of it. To feel every inch of my cock. She pushes back against me wanting more.