Page 20 of Saved By the Mountain Man

A smile spreads across my lips as Jack moves against me, his sleepy mumbles moving to the crook of my neck. The roughness of his beard feels nice against my skin and I’m taken back to last night.

Everything about it was perfect.

And right now, with the pressure hardened in my back, I think it’s about to happen all over again.

I wiggle back and push my ass against Jack. He grunts, showing me he’s almost awake, if not completely. Pulling the soft pillows under my head, I sink into the softness, rolling my hips over his crotch.

He kisses me again, his hands starting to roam over my bare body. He slides down my side, gripping my love handles, squeezing my ass before moving around and up to my breasts. He explores my body and I love the way it feels.

I let him slide his warm hands over my body, twisting my pebbled nipples as he pecks rough kisses on my back. I ache for him, a needy heat swelling in my core. We don’t talk, just let our movements speak for us as we lay in a beautiful morning silence, exploring each other.

I reach behind and grip the hardness begging to be stroked. We both slept naked, so my fingers instantly curl around his girth, barely touching he’s that big. He grunts and I let out a small moan as he moves down and rubs tiny circles over my clit.

I stroke, pushing my ass back and cocking one leg so Jack’s thick finger can slide inside my pussy. I gasp at the feeling, my heat suddenly needing more. He feels it and pushes a second finger in my tight hole, the movements of my strokes along his shaft quickening with the way he slides in and out of me.

He groans into my back, and I feel my orgasm coming. Jack’s heavy palm rolls over my clit as his fingers find that perfect spot. He rubs my g-spot, bringing an explosive orgasm so desperate to escape I cry out when it hits.

The silence is broken, and I roll over, climbing up to straddle Jack.

“Good morning,” he grins, cupping my heavy tits.

I laugh, swishing my hair over my shoulder as I grip his cock, slowing lowering myself down on top of him. He grips my hips, guiding me until he’s lodged deep inside of me.

“Oh…” I moan, my hand pressing down on his hard chest.

I start grinding, my clit hitting his pelvis. Jack growls, his big strong hands grabbing at my body, making me feel so good. He guides me up and down his length, his hard cock pummeling into me. I grab my tits, their heavy weight making them bounce on my chest as I ride my man.

I take all of it, everything he’s giving me. I watch his eyes start to shake, a surge of pride firing inside of me. I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

That’s what this is all about. Not just the sex, but everything.

This is our life. We’re two people with scars running so deep we’ve struggled by ourselves for too long. But together, now our souls have been found in the mountains, we’re on our own journey. A journey of healing, a journey of love.

“Jack,” I moan, losing control of the burning desire in my core.

Jack curses in the air, his hips thrusting into me violently as we seek our release. My chest tightens, every muscle shuddering as I give in to the feeling trying to escape.

“Yes, baby,” Jack growls. “Cum all over this cock.”

He clings to my ass and I take him all the way in. My pussy constricts his cock, choking it as I scream out, riding the waves of my orgasm, pulling Jack with me as he shoots his load deep inside me. I rock on top of his body, letting the orgasm fade.

Just as I think we’re done, Jack flips me over and sinks onto the bed. He slides down the sheets and I jerk at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up my sensitive folds. He laps at my pussy, drinking in our combined juices.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair, riding his face with my wet pussy. “Jack, oh my god.”

He drinks it all up and eventually comes back to kiss me on my mouth. He’s breathing heavily, the darkness in his eyes starting to fade.

I kiss his chest, his neck and his cheeks.

“That’s one hell of a start to the day,” I breathe, my lungs still bursting.

“You better get used to it,” Jack tells me, wrapping his big, possessive arms around me. “That’s how I plan on waking up every morning.”

I kiss his dirty mouth. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

His deep chuckle is tormenting. I’ve just had him inside me, but my body is already begging for more.

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