Page 4 of One Night with a Mountain Man

Natalie

I can't believe I'm doing this. I mean, we literally just met. But something about him makes me want to let go. Maybe even be someone else tonight. As he pushes me against the brick outside the restaurant, A thrill runs through me. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer. Our lips meet in the steamiest, sexiest kiss I've ever experienced. I can taste his last sip of the beer he’d had with dinner, and it only makes me want him more.

I know where this is going. We're going to end up in bed. I'm not sure whose bed we'll jump into. But right now, all I can think about is him. His touch, his scent, the way his lips feel against mine.

His breath is hot against my neck as he murmurs, "You drive me crazy, Natalie." The words vibrate through my body, amplifying the thrill that's already coursing through my veins.

I press my hands against his chest, the solid muscle beneath his shirt. "That's good to hear," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles, a low, seductive sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Good," he says, his lips trailing a path to my ear, "cuz I can't get enough of you. Follow me to my place? It's not far from here."

"Lead the way." This is the best decision I've made in years.

As soon as we step inside his place, we're kissing again. Our clothes are coming off faster than I can keep track. I don't even remember taking off my shoes or my jacket. All I know is that I want him. More than anything I've ever wanted before.

He slams the front door shut with his foot, breaking us apart for a moment. But it's only a moment. Our hands are all over each other again, exploring every inch of skin we can reach. The heat between us and the desire that's building is intense.

"Where's the bedroom?" I ask, my breath coming in short bursts.

"Are you sure you want this?" Dillon squeezes my hand as he waits for me to answer.

"More than anything. I can't wait for you to be inside me."

He grabs my hand and pulls me behind him as he almost sprints down a short hallway and into a bedroom with a king sized bed. We're both in only our underwear now and I'm thankful I wore one of my matching bra and pantie sets. Those are reserved for special nights and I have no idea what prompted me to wear them tonight. When I agreed to have dinner with Dillon I never expected to end up in his bed.

Reaching around my back, he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside. His hands are cupping my breasts as his fingers knead into my flesh.

Dillon's calloused hands feel rough against my skin as he gropes my bare breasts. His touch ignites a fire within me that I didn't know existed. I let out a guttural moan, throwing my head back in pleasure.

He takes this as an invitation, leaning forward to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. The scrape of his stubble against my sensitive flesh is electrifying.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. His hands roam lower, skimming along the curves of my waist before dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I shiver as his fingers delve between my folds, finding me slick and aching for him.

"Dillon...I need you."

He doesn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he tugs my panties down over my hips, letting them puddle at my feet. I step out of them, kicking them aside as he stands to quickly shed his own boxer briefs.

The sight of his thick, rigid length makes my mouth water with want. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his impressive girth and giving an experimental stroke. He groans, his eyes fluttering shut at my touch.

Emboldened, I sink down to my knees in front of him. Locking eyes with him, I flick out my tongue to lave a hot, wet stripe along the underside of his shaft. His resulting guttural moan is music to my ears.

"Fuck, Natalie," he growls as I take him all the way into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to suck him deeper. My head bobs in a steady rhythm as I work him with my lips and tongue.

His fingers tangle in my hair, not forcing but guiding my movements. The salty tang of his pre-cum coats my taste buds and I hungrily swallow every drop. Dillon is already trembling, his harsh breaths filling the room.

"Gonna make me come if you keep that up," he warns, voice strained.

With one final, firm suck, I release him with a lewd pop. Getting to my feet, I shove him back onto the bed, and straddle his hips. "Then I better take care of you."

I position myself over Dillon's rigid length, hovering above the tip. My slick folds brush against him teasingly as I meet his heated gaze. "You ready for me, soldier?"

"Been ready since the moment I laid eyes on you," he rumbles, gripping my hips.

With agonizing slowness, I sink down onto him inch by delicious inch. We both groan in unison as he fills and stretches me in the most exquisite way. Once he's deep inside me, I pause, relishing how our bodies are joined so intimately.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Dillon breathes, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I start to move, rolling my hips in a sinful grind. His pelvis tilts up to meet my every downward stroke, our bodies finding a primal rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and our shared moans of ecstasy.

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