Page 6 of Protected By the Mountain Man

I wanted to touch this woman—every inch of her body. But it would be so much easier with a bed. I quickly calculated the time and trouble it would take to get dressed and hop on my bike, taking her to my cabin. But no, I’d have to make do here.

An orgasm was building. I could feel it. I weighed my options, and suddenly I came up with the perfect way to put an end to this. I slid a hand beneath the band of her panties just as she’d done seconds ago. When my finger parted her folds and I felt how wet she was, I second guessed whether this was a way to stop myself from coming. Just knowing I’d done that to her turned me on more than anything I’d ever experienced.

I was so hard for her I might come before I even entered her. Especially if she kept stroking me. But as I moved my finger over her clit, her hand fell away, and she reclined her head back on the headrest as she’d done when she was touching herself.

When I removed my hand, her expression clearly stated she didn’t want me to stop. But I had something better to take its place.

I tugged her panties off and parted her legs, kneeling in front of her. I stared at that beautiful pussy for a long second, then grabbed each thigh, propping her legs on my shoulders.

She gasped as I lowered my head and took my first taste. The first of many. I’d be doing this for the rest of our lives, if I had anything to say about it.

Gasps turned to sighs and moans as my tongue flicked back and forth over her clit, finally settling into a rhythm that seemed to send sparks shooting through her body. Her head was moving from side to side slowly as she gasped and cried out directions like, “Don’t stop. Just like that. Faster. Slower.”

Over time, I’d learn my woman’s body and no direction would be necessary. Although hearing her commands only made me harder for her. It told me she was enjoying every second of this.

She reached up and grabbed the chair over her shoulder, gripping it tight as she let out a loud cry that probably could be heard all the way in the parking lot. Finally, she stopped writhing beneath my mouth. I pulled back and looked at her.

“Stand up,” she said. “I want to taste you.”

Oh, shit. I was having a hard enough time holding out. Those words threatened to push me over the edge. Letting her do that might very well be the end of me.

But I couldn’t say no to an offer like that. Not from this woman. So I did exactly what she said, moving closer and threading my fingers through her hair.

“Tell me what you like,” she said, looking up at me.

Then her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue flicking over my tip. The moan that escaped my lips was all I could manage.

She needed no guidance. She seemed to know exactly what to do as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth, swirling her tongue over my shaft. My cock was already throbbing, and I knew I was dangerously close to coming. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else—anything. My grocery list, my appointments for tomorrow, the supplies I needed to order…anything to hold out.

Finally, I had to stop her. As good as it felt, I wanted to come inside her. But that thought reminded me of one very important thing.

“Hold on,” I said. “Let me grab something.”

From a young age, I learned to keep a condom on hand at all times, just in case. It hid deep in one of the pockets of my wallet, forgotten until an occasion called for it. Unfortunately, I only had one on me, so we’d either have to go back to my cabin or I’d have to make a drugstore run before we did this again.

She couldn’t seem to look away from the square packet in my right hand as I returned. I ripped it open with my teeth and pulled out the condom, rolling it on. As I tossed the square packet aside, she reached out and wrapped her hand around me, eyes wide as she stared at my length.

“I always wondered what a condom felt like,” she said.

“It dulls the sensation,” I said. “But that might be a good thing tonight.”

Her gaze shot up to my face. “Why is that?”

“Because you’ve got me so turned on, I’m having a tough time holding out, hon.”

I didn’t know her name. I wanted to know her name. But this wasn’t the time. We’d introduce ourselves afterward. Right now, I was only interested in introducing our bodies.

“I’m going to go slowly,” I said, squatting to put myself at her level. I positioned my tip at her entrance. “You let me know when it hurts.”

She nodded and reached up, setting a hand on each of my forearms. I moved my right hand to her to her thigh as I entered so slowly, it was almost painful.

My cock had been swelling for the better part of two hours at this point, going all the way back to the second she entered this place. Release was going to feel amazing.

“What if I touched myself?” she asked. “Would that help?”

It wouldn’t help me. I was already having a hard enough time holding out. But if it eased her pain, I was all for it.

“Endorphins?” I asked.

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