Page 8 of Wishing for the Mountain Man

She wasn’t the only one. I wanted her so badly, my cock ached. I didn’t want to go another second of my life without knowing what that sweet, wet, pussy felt like as it surrounded me.

“Get those panties off,” I growled.

I winced inwardly at my own insensitivity. She was a virgin. As much as I wanted to slam into her, filling her with my hard cock, that couldn’t happen. Not this first time.

But she had a smile on her face as she wiggled her way off me, then slid the panties down. She was working hard to look seductive as she did so, and everything she did turned me on, but there was also something adorable about it. In fact, I might already be falling in love with her.

That thought landed in my brain like a firework going off. Love. That was a word I never thought I’d even think again, let alone say out loud. But suddenly, my future looked completely different from how I’d pictured it.

And then she was moving over me again, straddling me, her hands lowering as she prepared to strip off my underwear. I let her do that, lifting my butt off the seat to help, but I didn’t take my eyes off her face. Off the way her gaze centered on the impossible-to-ignore erection that popped out of my underwear as she tugged.

If she had any doubt I wanted her, the thick, rock-hard shaft in front of her should have erased it. Instead of straddling meagain, though, she tossed my underwear behind her, then went to her knees, sliding between my legs.

She didn’t take her eyes off my face as she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked from tip to base and back out again. Still watching me, she moved her mouth to the tip, snaking out her tongue and running it over me. Slowly, she traced around the rim, then lowered her hand to the base and followed it with her tongue.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. They slid shut, and I allowed myself a couple of minutes to savor the sensation of this beautiful virgin licking and sucking me. She took me into her mouth, wrapping her lips around me and going as deep as she could. That was when I had to stop her.

“Come here,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at me with wide-eyed confusion. Yes, she might take this as a rejection when it was anything but.

“I’m trying to hold out, hon,” I said. “And you’re making it hard.”

She smiled. “In more than one way.”

I’d respond, but she’d moved up and was now straddling me again. She positioned herself so that my tip was probing her entrance, and I had to stop myself from plunging in.

In the process of finding some self-restraint, something hit me. “You can get pregnant your first time, you know.”

Again, she shook her head. “Not me. I’m on birth control. Although…”

She didn’t finish that thought. Instead, she shook her head yet one more time. It was like she knew what she wanted to say, but she was afraid to say it.

“I can’t wait for you to have our babies,” I said. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

Was it weird, discussing this when we’d just met? Maybe for someone else, but I was a no-nonsense guy. I said what was on my mind. Why would that be any different now?

“That’s what I’ve been thinking too,” she said with a smile.

As my heart soared, another part of my anatomy was also swelling. She was gradually lowering herself onto me, going much farther than I would have expected. Her grip on my shoulders tightened again, but this time I knew it was likely because she was in pain.

“Your own pace,” I reminded her as I watched her face closely.

She didn’t open her eyes even at those words. But she did slow her movements, seeming to get my message. We were in no hurry. We could stay on this boat until sunrise for all I cared. Hell, we could stay here for the rest of our lives.

“Okay,” she said after several minutes of easing her way downward and making very little progress. “I think it’s getting easier.”

Still, I didn’t move, letting her control things. It was the only way. But holding back was the hardest thing I’d done in a long, long time. I was doing this for her. In the end, it would be well worth it.

5

TESS

The pain was getting easier to take.

I kept telling myself I just needed to push past it, but every time I felt a little brave, I went too far and pain shot through me. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of Jax’s hands moving over my breasts. The moisture that spread to my pussy as a result made it easier.

Maybe he sensed that his touch was helping. Or maybe he just felt how wet I was getting. Whatever the case, I soon felt his finger on my clit, massaging it as I bounced gently on him. I didn’t dare open my eyes as sensations flowed through me, reminding me just how good he’d made me feel earlier. I wanted to feel that again.

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