Page 5 of Escaping with the Mountain Man

Apparently, she liked what she saw.

I stepped back to make room for her, but she was already positioning herself against the wall, as though afraid to get too close to me. Maybe she was scared I’d bite. It wasn’t out of the question if that was what she was into.

That thought reminded me she was a virgin. She’d never done this before. And she was no doubt counting on me to take charge.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I asked.

She’d averted her gaze to the floor of the shower, like she was ashamed of the answer. She shouldn’t be. In fact, I was more than happy to show her what she’d been missing.

“Come here,” I said, mostly because she was away from the spray of the water.

I wanted her to stay warm, but I also wanted to kiss her. I wanted to kiss her more than I wanted my next breath.

As her eyes met mine, I saw something new. Excitement, and not the sexual kind either. She saw this as an adventure.

I’d rather she looked at me with desire in her eyes, but if she saw sex with me as accomplishing some big personal challenge, I was all too willing to help. My challenge was to make sure it was so good, she wanted to do it again and again and again…until we were both too worn out to move.

It only took a couple of steps for her to be directly in front of me. I leaned forward and pulled her toward me the rest of the way. Her arms went around my waist as my hands settled between her shoulder blades.

I lowered my mouth toward hers, stopping when our lips were just inches apart. Her eyes were shut, but I could see she wanted it too. That was detectable from the way her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her lips parted as though waiting for my tongue to slip inside.

As my lips touched down on hers, I was surprised she tasted spicy. The seasonings from her dinner had flavored our kiss, and I couldn’t get enough. I moved even closer as the kiss deepened, her soft curves serving as an exciting contrast to my rock-hard muscles and sun-roughened skin.

I turned around, putting her under the spray. She sighed against my lips as the warm water cascaded over her backside, sliding between us and making our bodies slippery.

But that wasn’t enough. I had to touch her. Every inch of her. Pulling back, I slid my hands around, moving them over her ribcage and toward her breasts. She tilted her face toward the ceiling and let the water wet her hair. As her face lowered again, I moved toward her and whispered in her ear.

“Turn around for me, baby. I’m going to make you come.”

Seconds ticked by as she straightened and stared at me, blinking water droplets from her eyelashes. It was as though she couldn’t comprehend what I was saying.

Finally, she nodded and turned around, letting me step her backward until her face was well out of the shower spray. My hands immediately returned to her breasts, cupping them as I planted kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. As my lips moved, I made a mental note of all the things I’d do once I could lay her out flat, starting with running my tongue over her nipples.

For now, I’d have to settle for moving my fingers over her nipples, smiling as she bucked her hips, which slid her lower back along my erection. My cock was so stiff, it was almost painful.

I continued stroking her nipple with one hand as my right hand snaked down over her belly, heading toward the area between her thighs. An area that was long overdue for some attention.

Water from the shower spray combined with her own juices to create a slippery surface. I slid a finger inside her and her hips moved again. I bit my lip until it was painful with the goal of keeping my focus on her pleasure instead of the sensation of her moving against me. Normally, I’d tell myself the sooner she got release, the faster we could get on to my release, but not with this woman. I’d hold out all night and give her twenty orgasms if it made her happy.

When I focused my attention on her clit, I knew this first orgasm wouldn’t take long. “Right there,” she said. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Ohhh.”

She let out a cry that bounced off the porcelain shower walls. I hoped she’d see what she had been missing and want more of it. Hopefully with me.

5

SADIE

Ishould feel embarrassed. I’d let myself be vulnerable in front of a man I hadn’t even known two hours ago. I was naked in a shower with him and just had my first orgasm ever.

But something had shifted in me. It was subtle, but I felt it when I turned to look at him and saw the desire in his eyes—not to mention the erection pointed straight at me.

So instead of bowing my head shyly as I might normally have done in this situation, I gave him a naughty smile and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He wasn’t under the water anymore, and I didn’t want to interrupt things to reposition. He didn’t seem to mind, though. Maybe he didn’t notice. What I was doing to him seemed to have taken over all his senses.

I was looking down at the work my hand was doing when I felt his hand under my chin. With two fingers, he lifted my head until I was looking at him. Then he captured my mouth in another long, breathtaking kiss. At the same time, his right hand drifted to my still extra-sensitive pussy. My first instinct was to jerk away. This was his turn. But he was in charge here. I was learning.

Within seconds, my body was responding, warmth spreading to the area between my legs again. Just when I was thinking about lowering to take him in my mouth, he moved his hands to my hips and maneuvered me backward until I was against the tile wall.

I pulled my hand away as he looked down at me and said, “Hold on.”

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