Page 11 of Promises on the Mountain

"Was that a 'no,' baby girl?" I tease against her ear, sliding my fingers along the seam of her sex through the cotton that's thoroughly soaked through.

Aprils' eyelashes flutter, her lips are red and bruised from my kisses, her skin flushed with need and whisker-burn.

"Yes." She moans, bucking her hips to push her mound to meet my strokes. Her body is so needy already. It's killing me not to strip us both down and sink my shaft deep in her slick heat.

"Yes? You let some idiot boy touch your pussy before?"

I know the answer already, but my possessive asshole self wants to hear her say it out loud for me. Slipping my fingertip under the edge of her panties, I touch her bare sex and there's no holding back the groan that makes its way out of my throat when I feel the wet heat of her bare skin for the first time.

"Tell me, April," I rasp into the hollow of her throat, "who else has touched this pussy?"

"Just you," she whispers somewhere above me as my mouth makes its way down her body. "You're the first bo-- man-- who's ever touched me there, Raine."

"Good girl." It's more of something I'm thinking to myself, loving that she saved herself for me even if she didn't know it, but April gives up a sweet little moan when she hears the words whispered against her skin that has my dick twitching with need.

If my girl likes hearing me praise her, I'll make sure to never stop telling her all the ways she's being good for me.

Right now, it's time to get rid of the layers of clothing that are keeping us apart. I need to feel April's skin on mine.

Patience is out the damn window, for both of us, it seems. April's working just as hard at yanking both layers of t-shirts off of me as I am at unbuttoning the pretty little flowered blouse she's wearing, doing my best not to rip the soft fabric that's catching on my calloused fingers.

I'm working blind for a few seconds as she tugs both shirts over my head as one but then she's shimmying out her blouse over her head with a giggle without waiting for me to finish with the buttons.

"Impatient?"

"Worried you're going to rip it off me," she says, tossing our discarded clothes aside while I make quick work of the hooks on her bra.

Those heavy tits swing free finally, landing in my eager hands and overflowing my palms while I knead them freely now.

"Baby, these are fucking perfect."

Knocking April back into the blankets, I crawl over her, caging her beneath me so I can get better access to her.

She bucks her hips under me and presses her mound against my hard shaft, tilting her hips so I can feel the hot center of her even though the jeans we're both still wearing.

"Missing my fingers, darling?" I smile between her breasts that I've been enjoying having unobstructed access to but she's making it pretty fucking obvious that she needs my attention somewhere else.

"Yes," she mumbles shyly, then gives me another one of those delicious little moans when I rub a firm stroke along her center with the full length of the hard ridge beneath my zipper.

"Can't have that needy little pussy feelin' neglected, can we? Let's see if we can find something better than just my fingers to keep it satisfied."

There'll be lots of times when I'll get to slowly kiss my way down her entire body, right now, my girl needs some release and I'm determined to give it to her.

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APRIL

Raine doesn't waste any more time teasing me and it's a good thing, or I might have rolled him over and attacked him.

I lift my hips to make it easier for him when he kneels between my legs and peels my pants off along with my panties in one easy motion.

The fire has the small cabin more than warm enough now, or maybe it's me. Cold is definitely not what I'm feeling, despite the shiver that runs through me when Raine sits back on his heels with his hands firmly holding my knees apart while he looks at my naked pussy.

"Damn, baby, that's the best thing I've ever seen."

His reverent tone has me believing him. Then he's pushing my knees up to my chest and settling his wide shoulder between my open thighs.

"Wrap those sweet thighs around my neck and don't let go," he tells me, right before his mouth makes contact with my clit.

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