Page 7 of Surrendered to the Mountain Man

“Can I touch you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I had to kiss her, but I didn’t want to get in the way of what she was doing. Besides, it might take me a minute to find her mouth in this darkness, and the last thing I wanted was to come across as an amateur, roleplay or not.

“Sure.” Tori withdrew her hand. “Hold on.”

So much for not getting in the way of what she was doing. I missed her hand on my cock. I replaced it with my own for a few strokes as I heard the rustle of clothes being removed. First the shirt and then the sound of a zipper.

Wait. Was she...?

“Did you just take all your clothes off?” I asked.

I’d never wanted to flip the lights on in a room more. But that would definitely get in the way of...whatever this was.

“I’m still wearing my panties,” she said.

And then I felt her hands on my left wrist. She moved that hand to her breast. I let go of my erection and moved that hand to her other breast, closing my eyes again as I felt the two extremely plump mounds, each with a pebbled tip.

Damn if this wasn’t the sexiest thing that’d ever happened to me.

“I’m coming in for a kiss,” she said.

Sure enough, I felt her face nearing mine as her hand once again wrapped around my cock. I lowered my head slightly and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue snaking between them to pry them apart and deepen the kiss.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and the sound was almost my undoing.

Finally, I broke the kiss and moved my mouth near her ear. “Turn around,” I said. “I want to touch you.”

She hesitated a moment, then did exactly that, removing her hand, then returning it once she was angled differently. I planted kisses along her neck as my left hand returned to her breast. My right went straight to the top of her panties, sliding beneath them and going straight to her hot, wet center.

“Oh,” she breathed as she leaned back against me.

Her strokes increased in speed, making it harder to hold back. Every now and then, she ran a thumb over my tip, and the bead of moisture she took with her, combined with her movements, felt amazing. I had to work some magic with her if I wanted her to come before I did.

“You’re wet for me,” I murmured into her ear as she began gently moving her hips. “So wet and tight. I can’t wait to fuck that pussy.”

“Oh!” Tori said again, this time the word coming out not as a whisper, but in a voice a couple of pitches above how she normally spoke.

“Do you like it when I rub your clit?” I asked as I did just that.

She nodded against me, continuing to stroke. Luckily, her movements had gotten clumsy as I distracted her. She could refocus her efforts later, after she came.

“Don’t stop,” she said on a sigh, her voice back to a whisper. “Like that. Faster. Oh God, yes. I’m going to?—”

She bucked against me, her thighs squeezing my hand. For a frightening moment, I was sure she was going to cry out, but she managed to ride out her orgasm with a series of sighs and gasps. And then she went still in my arms, her hand still clasped around my shaft but not moving.

“Turn the light on,” she said, moving away from me.

The order confused me. We were still playacting Seven Minutes in Heaven, right?

“Won’t our friends see that we turned on the light?” I asked, testing to see if the game was over.

“I don’t care,” she said. “I want to watch you touch yourself. I want you to come on my chest.”

Fuck, that was hot. No one had ever requested that. Was this woman into some kinky stuff? Not that I minded, but the idea of spilling my seed onto her bare skin bugged me more than I wanted to admit.

This was my princess. My queen. This was a woman I wanted to treasure. Coming on her chest seemed...wrong?

But turning on the light seemed right, so I did that part of it. When I turned back around, my eyes still adjusting, what I saw almost made me come on the spot.

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