Page 10 of Promises on the Mountain

"I can lay out the blankets." I volunteer, getting busy with unfurling several thick, flannel-lined sleeping bags and unfolding the softer, fleece blankets and layering them in a palette that turns the hardwood floor into a luxurious nest while Raine gets a fire roaring in the stove.

It's not long before the cabin is warmed up, but I'm way ahead of the air temperature.

"You really never tried...stuff?" Raine asks, a smirk on his lips beneath the beard as he blazes lingering kisses down my throat and along my collar bone.

Shifting my body in the nest of blankets, I move toward him, giving him better access to any part of me he might want to touch. Because I want Raine to touch me-- everywhere.

"A little stuff," I admit, feeling weirdly apologetic about my lack of experience.

I wish I knew how to take control right now. I want to impress this man, make him see me as more than just a nervous little girl who's hoping he'll show her what she's been missing. I want Raine to see me as a woman-- a woman that he could consider more than a fling with.

His lips twist into an inquisitive expression. Propping himself up on his elbow and bracing his head on his hand, he drags the other along my body slowly.

"A little," he repeats, "how much is 'a little?'"

His fingers pull at my blouse where it tucks into the waist of my jeans till it comes free, allowing his fingers to skim along the sensitive skin of my belly where a kaleidoscope of butterflies has taken flight.

Raine dips his head down to mine for another kiss, this one soft and fleeting, and then he's looking down at me from that casual pose again while his hand casually skims up my ribs and over the padded cup of my bra.

"How 'bout this?"

His voice is a husky whisper, his eyes darkened in the firelit cabin as his thumb glides over my hardened nipple beneath the lace of my bra.

"Kinda?" I gasp out, fighting the urge to arch my back into his touch.

A smile stretches his lips, laughter teasing the lines at the corners of his eyes.

"How do you 'kinda' get to second base, baby girl?"

Raine's fingers tease along the edge of the lace before pushing beneath it to cup my entire breast firmly, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I lose my grip on whatever pretense of calm I was playing at, gasping sharply and pushing toward him, aching for more.

"Mmm, what about this?"

Raine lowers his face, pulling my blouse up high till it bunches around my neck, and takes my nipple in his mouth.

Oh fuck. My hands wrap around his head, pulling him tight, praying he doesn't stop.

Raine

April arches her back, feeding her breast to me, and I eagerly accept. Her fingers slide through my hair and her body twists to press itself against me in ways that have me fighting to keep my control.

She's nearly a decade younger than I am, it stands to reason she'd be less experienced but I hadn't been prepared for her to be so inexperienced. When she'd mentioned not having tried much when she was out partying with her friend, I thought she'd meant she hadn't gotten crazy-- hadn't gotten into some of the more experimental situations that some girls seek out at that age.

The woman writhing under my touch right now is one that's experiencing a man's touch for the first time. The truth of it slams into me as my fingers trail over the soft skin of her stomach on the way to a new destination.

April's innocent...she's mine, and she's going to be all mine.

My mouth moves to her other nipple, pulling it between my teeth and suckling till it's just as hard as I left the first one while I blindly work the buttons on her jeans and push my hand under the stretchy denim.

April gasps when my fingers slide over the soft cotton panties that have been hiding under her jeans.

She's got one hand trapped between us still, but the other slides down my neck and across my shoulder. Her fingers trace the muscles of my arm as I work my fingers between her legs.

"What about this?" I have to leave her delicious breasts to whisper in her ear, but the garbled sound of April confirming that this is new for her makes it worth it.

My dick is harder than I can remember it ever being, straining against the barrier of my belt, ready to answer the curvy woman under me that's begging to be claimed properly. But I'm not about to rush this. Even though it means torturing us both, I'm going to savor every one of April's firsts as we cross them off the list-- one. by. one.

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