Page 11 of Surrendered to the Mountain Man

With that, I stood and set my drink on the dresser. Then I whipped off my top and reached for the button on my pants. I had them down and kicked off, along with my shoes, before he could stop me.

Not that he would’ve stopped me. He was staring at my chest as though he’d never seen anything so beautiful. And I wore the unsexiest bra ever. I reached back and unclasped it, shrugging it off before sliding my underwear off.

For the first time, I was completely naked in front of a man. Head to toe. But I wasn’t just physically naked. I was baring everything to him—my body, my heart, and my soul.

“I want you to take my virginity,” I said. “Tonight.”

5

DYSON

My cock was at full attention as I stared at Tori, fully naked in front of me. She’d opened up to me, and now she was offering her most precious gift—her innocence.

I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted her. But I didn’t want this to be something she’d regret. Not giving up her virginity to me—I saw myself spending the rest of my life making her happy—but doing it in such an unromantic setting.

“We should make it special,” I said. “Candles, flower petals. I could run out and set all that up?—”

She was vigorously shaking her head. I’d already begun talking myself out of an erection, doing everything in my power to get things calmed down in that area of my body. If I had to go out in public, I couldn’t be walking around with a woody.

Now I abandoned all that. Instead, I shifted my attention to my surroundings. How did I work with what I had? There had to be a way to set the mood.

I stood and moved over to the side of the bed, shutting off the lamp. The room was bathed in near darkness, but the windows were wide open and moonlight streamed in, creating far more romantic lighting.

The only thing I hated was that I couldn’t see her as well. But we’d make up for that by doing this again tomorrow and whenever we wanted for the rest of our lives.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said as I returned to her.

“What are you going to do about it?”

That brought a smile to her face. She reached for my shirt, tugging it toward my head. She was shorter than I was, so I had to help, but by then she was already working the fastening on my jeans.

“Your body is amazing,” she said.

The light from outside hit her face just enough that I could pick up the appreciation in her stare. This was the first time she’d seen my chest. My work on the construction crew kept me in good shape, and I was proud of my body, but I’d never been happier about it. Normally, I didn’t give my body a second thought, but right now, I was grateful for every muscle earned.

“It’s all yours now,” I said. Then, worrying I would scare her off with forever talk so soon, I added, “Do whatever you want with me.”

And then I put my hands behind my back as she lowered my jeans and underwear. When she took me in her mouth, I wanted to protest. Yes, I’d said do whatever she wanted, but this time, I was going to do what I’d fantasized about doing in the closet. I was going to lay her out on that bed and give her the second orgasm of the night. Maybe of her entire life.

She gave me a few strokes—damn, she was already getting good at this—before I stepped back, withdrawing my cock in the process. Then I removed my shoes, jeans, and underwear.

“If you could just climb on the bed, please,” I said. “I have something I want to show you.”

Tori smiled. I made out that much in the darkness. And then she moved to the bed and climbed in, shoving the covers back and laying her entire body bare for me. It was the best gift I’d ever received—being able to show her what good, amazing…mind-blowing sex was like.

It was a big challenge, but I was up for it.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly as I moved toward her, feeling her eyes on me the whole way. She liked that, and I was all about doing the things that turned her on.

“Hi,” I said as I settled in next to her. I was on my side, propped up on one elbow, looking down at her.

She smiled up at me.“Hi.”

I couldn’t explain what it was about that moment—such a simple thing, really, saying “hi.” But as our eyes met and held, one thing was clear. My heart would never be the same.

I leaned down and kissed her as I trailed my fingers over her waist and up toward her breasts. I might even enjoy this more than she would. The only problem was that I wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her, then do it all over again. But I had to take my time.

I couldn’t hold back, though. Within minutes, my hand was drifting downward, trailing a deliberate path to the area between her legs. She parted her legs as I ran my fingers over her outer thigh, making my way toward the inside. Yes, she wanted me to touch her again.

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