Page 9 of The Mountain Man's Bride

She hasn’t said a word, so I don’t venture any higher. But I still continue to caress her thick curves, knowing they’ll fit in my palms when the time comes to spread her wide and plow into her. “Do you want the big, bad giant’s fingers touching your pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

The words prompt a needy whimper from her that nearly undoes me. “Yes,” she finally murmurs.

I run my fingers along her legs and thighs a few more times, letting the anticipation build. I want this to be good for her. Want her to be screaming my name before the morning is out.

Then because I can’t help it, I bury my face between her legs. I inhale her sweet scent, letting it intoxicate me. My cock grows even harder as her wet heat is pressed against my face, her panties the only barrier between us.

“My pixie is wet, isn’t she?” I can’t resist teasing her, mainly because it makes her cheeks go pink each time I do. I love that blush. I could get addicted to seeing it every day.

“Please,” she whimpers again, shifting from foot to foot.

I move my fingers under the thin, silky material of her panties and nearly groan when I find her bare lips. Her soft, heat is an invitation that has my dick throbbing. “The thought of being naughty for me makes you cream your panties, doesn’t it?”

“I need you.” She moans softly.

Damn if that simple statement doesn’t have me leaking into my jeans. I adjust the growing tent with one hand while I focus on her with the other.

My fingers find her entrance but she’s so tight I can only slip one into her. Slowly I work her body open, stretching her in a way that makes her gasp and shiver.

I circle her throbbing center, teasing her just enough until she’s riding my hand and seeking the release her body needs.

“Who’s the one taking care of you, pixie?” As I twist my fingers, I find that magic spot that has her bucking against my digits.

“You are, Crew,” she says my name on a gasp as her whole body goes taut and she stills, letting the orgasm roll through her.

I’m surrounded daily by the beauty of Mother Nature in the form of jagged mountains, untamed forests, and mesmerizing sunrises. But Maggie’s expression as she comes has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time.

She wobbles suddenly and I pull my hand from her panties to wrap my arm around her waist. I catch her easily, once again enjoying the way her body fits against mine. Like she was custom-made for me.

Nuzzling my face against her hair, I whisper, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Maggie

His words make me shiver. I can’t imagine what we could possibly do that’s better than what we just did. That was the first orgasm I’ve ever had that wasn’t self-serve. The realization has me blushing in Crew’s arms.

With one hand, Crew reaches for the kitchen island. He quickly rakes off all the cooking supplies I spread out. With a clatter, they land on the floor. The noise echoes in the tiny cabin.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he sets me on the granite countertop. It’s cold underneath my thighs. It’s a comforting feeling given the fire this mountain man has created inside of me.

“It’s time for breakfast,” he announces with a wicked gleam in his gaze. He pulls off his t-shirt and scrunches it into a ball. Then he nudges my shoulder with one of his big hands. “Lie down.”

The timer for the cookies goes off but he shakes his head. “Stay still.” He moves to the oven, washing his hands and retrieving the pan before turning back to me.

His words about breakfast finally register, and nervous anticipation builds low in my belly. I’ve never been intimate with someone else because I’ve never met a man who made me feel this way. Like I’m standing on the ledge of a mountain. A sexy mountain that’s going to do whatever he wants to me.

I lie back when he stalks toward me again, trying to ignore the way I feel so exposed. So vulnerable in this moment underneath the bright kitchen skylight that’s showing him everything.

He pauses to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes. He leans over and tugs the shirt I’m wearing up, revealing my purple lacy bra and generous F-cups.

“You have amazing tits,” he says as he reaches for the front clasp of my bra. He opens it easily, baring my breasts to his view. He palms one while tweaking the nipple of my other one.

“These are a work of art,” he announces, making my cheeks heat up. The appreciation on his face and the bulge in his pants have me feeling like the world’s sexiest woman. I might be damn proud of my curves but it’s still nice to hear someone else likes them too. Especially a man like Crew.

He releases my aching nipple and bends low to suck it into his mouth. He groans, the sound vibrating through me and filling me with need all over again.

He lavishes both of my breasts with attention, alternating from side to side until I’m a writhing mess.

“More,” I finally tell him when I’m near the point of sobbing from pleasure. “I want you down there.”

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