Page 7 of Thrilling the Mountain Man

But I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. There was something between us that needed exploring. Yes, we lived miles apart, but I couldn’t walk away from this town and forget about the connection I shared with him.

“A virgin,” he said, stepping back a little.

No. He was moving farther away. That was the exact opposite of what I wanted. He still wore his jeans, so it wasn’t like he’d been seconds from plunging into me or anything. In fact, he’d offered to rush next door and get a condom.

“I want this,” I said, sitting up and reaching for him.

He didn’t move toward me, but he didn’t move away, either. I took that as a good sign and looped my fingers under his waistband, pulling him back toward me. That put him close enough that I could unfasten his jeans and quickly slide his zipper down.

“I’m ready,” I said, going for the most seductive voice I could muster.

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t feel right. This is something you should think through.”

I shook my head again. “I’ve thought about it all my life. Well, the past few years, anyway. My high school friends lost their virginity, but I never felt like it was right with a guy. Then I got to college and my closest friends were virgins too.”

As I talked, I slid my hand under the waistband of his white briefs. The truth was, I’d never had anything like what I had with this guy.

This spark was everything.

“I’ve never been with a virgin,” he admitted. His eyes squeezed shut as my hand closed around his shaft. “I don’t really know...” His eyes popped open. “Will it hurt?”

“I’ll go gentle,” I joked.

Of course, he meant would it hurt me. But my goal was to keep the conversation light. And maybe to make him forget what he’d just learned about me.

“You’ve never touched one of these before?” he asked as I shoved his jeans and underwear out of the way.

I shook my head. “I’ve never taken one in my mouth either.”

He let out a groan, and the sound sent heat to my pussy. As his lids shuttered again, I slid my hand all the way from the tip to its base.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I want you to fuck me first.”

That seemed to shove away the last of his reservations. He moved toward me again, shoving his jeans past his hips.

Our mouths met again as I guided him toward my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him toward me, urging him deeper. Then deeper. Soon, he was midway inside me, and the slight pressure nudged toward pain.

“You okay?” he asked, breaking the kiss and pausing all movement.

Only once he was looking at me did I realize I’d tensed up. Worse, I’d clenched my jaw, which made kissing me a little tough.

I nodded. “Let’s just push past this.”

“You’re really tight.” He looked down. “It feels... incredible to me. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

I got it. He felt bad about it feeling so good for him when I was hurting.

“Deeper,” I said, pulling him toward me with my legs. “We’re almost there.”

I wasn’t sure what I meant by that. But he kept pushing until finally he was deep inside me. He was so big, there was no way he could fit his entire length inside me, right?

“That’s it,” I said when he started moving faster. “Yes. like that.”

My words seemed to turn him on, but I sensed he was holding back. When he moved his thumb to my clit, I got it. He wanted me to come again.

That wasn’t possible, was it? There had to be some sort of recovery period after an orgasm. But I felt the tension building again. A slight heaviness around my core that told me I was moving toward something.

“Oh,” I said, the word coming out more as a surprise. “I think I’m going to?—”

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