Page 40 of Challenged By the Mountain Man

It's big. Thick and hard and jutting out from his body, and I can barely wrap my mind around the fact that that's supposed to fit inside me. The head is flushed dark, and there's a bead of moisture at the tip that makes my mouth go dry.

"Can I—" I start, then stop, unsure how to ask.

"Can you what?"

"Can I touch it?"

His cock actually twitches at my words, jerking slightly upward, and I watch in fascination.

"Yeah," he says, his voice strained. "You can touch it."

I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the shaft. It's hot, hard, throbs under my palm, and Griffin makes a low sound in his throat that goes straight between my legs.

"Like this?" I ask, stroking slowly the way I've read about but never actually done.

"Just like that," he grits out. "Fuck, Hannah, your hand feels so good."

I stroke him again, marveling at the way his skin moves over the hard length, the way he's watching me with eyes gone dark with pure desire. I can feel him throbbing in my hand, pulsing with his heartbeat, and it's the most intimate thing I've ever experienced.

"Am I doing it okay?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious.

"You're doing fucking perfect," he says. "But if you keep that up, this is going to be over way too fast."

He gently removes my hand and eases me back onto the bed, following me down. His body covers mine, all that heat and muscle and weight pressing me into the mattress, and it should be overwhelming but it's not. It's perfect.

He kisses me again, and his hand slides between my legs.

I tense immediately.

"Relax," he murmurs against my lips. "I'm just going to touch you. Get you ready."

"Ready for what—oh."

His fingers find my clit, circling gently, and pleasure sparks through me so intense I arch off the bed. He does it again, and again, building a rhythm that has me panting within seconds.

"So wet," he says, almost to himself. "Fuck, Hannah, you're soaked."

I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. I'm too busy chasing the sensation of his fingers on me, the pressure building low in my belly, the heat spreading through my whole body.

Then he slides one finger inside me, and I gasp.

"You okay?" he asks immediately, going still.

"Yes," I breathe. "It feels strange. But good."

He moves his finger slowly, in and out, and adds a second. There's a stretch now, a slight burn, but it's not painful. Just... new.

"This might be uncomfortable at first," he says, his fingers still moving. "But I'm going to make sure you're ready. Make sure it feels good."

He pulls his fingers out, and before I can protest the loss, he's sliding down my body, kissing a trail from my breasts to my stomach to—

"Griffin, what are you… Oh my God."

His mouth is on me. Actually on me, tongue sliding through my folds, and every thought in my head evaporates in a wave of sensation so intense that I can't breathe.

I've touched myself before. Of course I have. But this… This is nothing like that. This is heat and pressure in all the right places, his tongue circling my clit while his fingers slide back inside me, and I'm making sounds I didn't know I was capable of making.

"Griffin," I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets. "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"