Page 13 of The Mountain Man's Flirt

“How did you do this?” I ask as I glance above my head, studying the intricate knot on the tie.

“Been thinking about it for a long time. You comfortable?” He runs his rough fingers along the inside of my thigh.

I raise my head and look down at my body, seeing the work he’s done. The reality of the situation finally hits me. I’m tied naked to the mountain man’s bed. Something about being helpless and spread eagle for his viewing is strangely erotic. I realize he asked me a question about comfort, and I nod.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed and studying his ties. Something flickers across his face. “It’s a hell of a first time.”

“I like it,” I say, wanting to ease his discomfort. Other than being embarrassed that he can see my soaked pussy, I don’t mind this. If anything, it’s only turning me on more. “I like the idea that you can do whatever you want to me just like this.”

“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Amos promises.

He joins me on the bed and spreads my pussy lips, revealing everything. He drags his fingers through my folds before holding out his hand to me. “Taste yourself.”

I suck his thick finger into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.

“That’s good, honey. Just like that,” he croons. He pulls his fingers from my mouth after another minute and moves to play with my nipples.

He alternates between sucking on my tits and nipping at the soft flesh of my breasts. Every love bite sends a bolt of electricity straight to my clit. I try to squeeze my legs together, to get some relief. But I can’t. Not with the way he forced me to stay open.

He lifts his head from where he’s still playing with my tits and gives a dark chuckle. “You’ll come when I say you can.”

I groan in frustration. “But it hurts down there. Please. Just a little touch.”

“Gotta get you ready to take my big cock, woman,” he says as he continues to tease me. He spends several long moments continuing to play with my breasts and by the time he makes it back to my mound, my head is thrashing against the mattress.

He finally stretches out over me, resting his weight on his forearms. The first glide of his cock through my soaked folds has me groaning.

“Please,” I beg, not caring that I am. “Take me, Amos. Give me your cock. Make me yours.”

My plea snaps his last bit of control. He aligns our bodies and thrusts into me in one quick motion, burying himself to the hilt.

I cry out at the pain, tears slipping down my cheeks. He feels so big but also so right. Like his body was always meant to be inside of mine.

His eyes close and he presses his lips to my forehead. “Forgive me, Lyla. I’ll make it better.” Then he’s in motion, slowly pulling himself from my body only to shove deep into me again. He continues his careful movements until the pain fades, and I begin breathing easier.

He reaches for my clit and I groan. “This is…” Everywhere our naked skin is touching, there are fireworks inside. Like every cell in our bodies are celebrating our perfect union.

“Come for me,” he grinds out, fighting for control of his own release.

My walls constrict against him as my orgasm barrels into me with the force of a hurricane making landfall. I scream his name seconds before he roars mine and collapses on top of me.

I like his weight, the way he’s anchoring me to the bed. But all too soon he lifts himself up, his gaze flying back to mine. “Are you OK?”

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AMOS

Lyla giggles at me, her cheeks flushed. “I’m perfect.”

Her response eases some of the churning in my gut. I was too rough, too harsh for a first time. I promise myself I’ll be gentler next time, not a fuckin’ caveman pounding relentlessly into his woman.

Reaching for the ties, I undo the knots holding her wrists. When they’re free, I take her soft hands in mine and check them. There’s no broken skin or redness. I press a kiss to the tiny pulse that flutters at the base of her thumb before moving onto her feet.

Her ankles are also fine. I massage one, feeling the steady thrum of her pulse beneath my fingertips. “All good here?”

She eyes me sleepily and gives a contented nod.

I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and snuggle next to her. That’s not what she needs right now. She might not realize it yet, but she’ll be sore in the morning.

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