Page 17 of Two Times the Mountain Men
“It’s nothing, really…” she gasped as I settled my hands on her shoulders and applied a gentle amount of pressure.
“You’re really tight, baby.” I cringed as soon as the statement came out of my mouth, expecting her to rip a strip off me. I didn’t quite expect it to sound so blatantly sexual. Surprising enough, she didn’t lash out; if anything she relaxed a little.
Good. Very good. I began to work on the knots in her shoulders and back, purposely brushing the side of her neck with my fingertips from time to time, enjoying the little gasps that my not-so-innocent touches provoked within her.
Once done with her shoulders I debated if I should move lower. Her sighing and leaning back against my chest took the decision from me. My lips lightly brushed her ear lobe as I said, “Lay on your stomach.” The smell of lavender reached my nose. Fuck she smelled amazing. She seemed to have a new tantalizing scent each day.
She didn’t question but did as she was told, lying on her stomach in front of me. I hesitated a moment. If I didn’t keep myself in a gentlemanly frame of mind, we’d be in some trouble. However, my dick was still throbbing making gentlemanly a very hard option.
I repositioned myself so that I was straddling her backside and began to work my hands down her back, starting at her shoulders. Her body twisted and moved under me, accompanied by her periodic soft sighs and moans. Each time she moved under me, her ass would brush up against my balls, the friction increasing my arousal. At least she was on her stomach so that she couldn’t see the bulge straining against my pajama bottoms.
My hands dipped lower, down over her shoulder blades and to her lower back. She arched her back slightly as I applied pressure and moaned softly again. I needed to stop this. Honest to God, I didn’t mean for this to become such an intense sexual thing, but her soft body under mine was making things—a number of things—damned hard.
I reached her lower back, just that beautiful arch at the top of her round ass, and hesitated. Her tank top had pulled up and my hands were pressing against her bare ivory flesh. Where did I go from here? In any other case, if I had a woman in this position it would be the point where I’d flip her over and devour her lips with my own. But I couldn’t do that.
“Brock?” Genvieve turned slightly to look at me. When I didn’t respond, she wiggled under me as she flipped over to her back. This time it was my turn to groan as she rubbed my balls in the process with her hip. This was embarrassing; it wasn’t like I was a teenage boy. I saved lives for fuck’s sakes!
Then it happened: her eyes slowly worked their way down my body and landed on the blatant erection that was pressing against my pajama bottoms. I could feel my cheeks grow warm as I looked down, as if I didn’t already know the status of my dick.
When I looked back up and my eyes met hers there was a fire in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before. I’d seen the very look she was giving me in the eyes of women in the past, but none of the other women sent a flare of desire through me like she did.
I was only human; I couldn’t have resisted if I’d wanted to. I lowered myself onto her, my erection pressing against her pelvis. Just feeling the soft warmth of her luscious body beneath me sent a surge through me. My head lowered, my lips getting closer and closer to hers. I still had time to stop this, and hesitated a moment, the conflict about what this could potentially start temporarily freezing me.
She didn’t give me a chance to make the decision on my own. Slipping a hand behind my neck she brought my lips down to hers. I groaned as our lips touched; her lips were so soft and they parted, allowing me entry.
