Page 31 of Saved By the Mountain Man

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.

Tanner kissed me again, hard. He wrapped both arms around me, hands on my ass, and stood, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he carried me to the bedroom. We collapsed on his fur blankets in a tangle of limbs, and his hands roamed my body while he kissed me, our tongues sparring.

He sat up long enough to remove his shirt before he all but ripped open the one I wore. His eyes fell on my chest, and a look of pure hunger crossed his face. He dipped his head, his mouth finding the delicate skin on my chest, and I gasped when his stubble scraped the swells of my breasts.

He tugged down the cups of my bra again, rolling one nipple between his fingers while he sucked the other into his mouth.

I gasped and bucked on the bed. “Fuck, Tanner,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. “Oh, God.”

He groaned and slid his hand over the waistband of my pants. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and his touch sent waves of heat coursing through me as he pressed them against my clit. My panties were already wet, and the friction of the material against my clit was glorious. I gasped and moaned, bucking my hips in a slow rhythm as he drew a circle over my most sensitive spot.

“You’re soaked,” he mumbled.

“It’s all you,” I breathed in response.

Tanner pushed his hand into my panties.

He groaned again, and his fingers explored, his thumb circling my clit. I cried out at the intensity. “Yes,” I sighed, throwing my head back.

Tanner pushed his finger inside me, and I shuddered. He added another, and his thumb still rubbed against my clit.

He worked his fingers in and out of me, stretching me, my panties pulling at my hips.

“Wait,” I breathed, and he pulled away, always stopping on my word. I wriggled out of the pants and winced when I hurt my ankle.

“I’ve got you,” Tanner said, and he pulled the sweatpants down my legs, carefully, teasingly.

When the pants hit the floor, I shrugged off the flannel shirt and peeled off the bra so that I was naked in front of him.

Tanner looked at me like he’d never seen me naked before, taking in the sight of me.

“Fuck, Rae,” he said, his hazel eyes finding mine. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I blushed, but Tanner didn’t give me a chance to say anything. His hands slipped between my legs again, and he parted my thighs.

His fingers slipped into me, and I cried out. He pumped them in and out of me, and I squirmed on the bed, aching for him to fill me completely.

He leaned forward and put his mouth on me, closing his lips around my clit.

I gasped and arched my back as his tongue swirled around, sucking gently. He moved his tongue up and down, his fingers dipping in and out of me until I was squirming and moaning, a wet, needy mess.

“You taste amazing,” Tanner said, his voice low, the vibrations coursing through my body, and he flicked his tongue against me. “So sweet, Rae. Fuck.”

I moaned in response.

He licked and sucked, and without warning, my orgasm came hard and fast, crashing through my body. I bucked my hips, my toes curled, and I cried out, unable to speak or form a coherent thought.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me; I was drowning in ecstasy.

I opened my eyes and Tanner let go of me, pushed up so that he stood on his knees. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, rock hard and ready for me.

I sat up and wrapped my fingers around it.

Tanner sucked his breath through his teeth. I looked up at him, and slowly I moved my hand up and down his shaft.

He moaned, closing his eyes.

I pumped my hand faster.

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