Page 13 of Stubborn Mountain Man

So much for focusing on her. My entire world was centered on that hand and what it was doing to me. I let her explore, her hand sliding smoothly along my length as she continued to kiss me. I tried to kiss back, but damn, what she was doing to me felt good.

Finally, I pulled back, looking down at her. “Maybe we should go to the tent.”

She shook her head. “I want to do it here. Out in the open.”

No one could see us here, but there was a thrill to being naked on this rock. It was like we were on top of the world. But I couldn’t lay her down and kiss her from head to toe in our current situation.

“Touch me,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. Our positioning was awkward, but I managed to cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples while I went in for another kiss. She resumed stroking, and I knew I’d have to stop her soon.

Just one more second.

And one more.

Finally, I pulled back. “Spread your legs for me?”

Her eyes widened as she seemed to get what was about to happen. This was the point where she could back out. I’d stop everything dead in its tracks and wait until she was ready. No matter how long it took.

But instead of stopping me, her mouth slowly spread into a smile. She released my cock, and I immediately missed her touch. But it was a relief. I wanted to come inside her, not in her hand.

“I’ve never had an orgasm,” she said as she spread her legs. “This will be the first time for that too.”

That news was a surprise. I knew she was a virgin, but I figured she’d have given herself an orgasm more than a few times over her lifetime.

I was her first…everything. That meant more to me than she’d ever know. But it was also a huge responsibility. I had to make it count.

She leaned back, legs spread, and waited as I moved between them. I didn’t take my eyes off her, even as my tongue made contact with her slick folds. When her eyes closed and she tilted her head back, the challenge began. This wouldn’t be an ordinary orgasm. It had to be phenomenal.

Challenge accepted.

7

GILLIAN

Fuck, that felt good.

It felt good to use the “f” word too. Even if it was only in my thoughts.

All of this was naughty. It was against everything I’d been taught. I was out in the open, fully naked, legs parted as a man in boxers ran his tongue over my folds. Then he settled on my clit, and all thoughts of naughtiness went out the window.

This couldn’t be wrong. It was one hundred percent right. I’d been born to make love to this man. He was the man I was meant to be with.

His tongue continued to work as he slid a finger inside me. It only heightened the sensation, and I arched my back and parted my legs farther. I knew an orgasm was at the end of this, but I didn’t want this feeling to end. It just felt so good.

Within just a couple of minutes, an intense wave of pleasure flooded my body. My pussy contracted around his finger as I gasped and cried out. But as my body slowly came down, I was hit with a sudden self-consciousness. This man had not only seen me naked but at my most vulnerable. I just hoped he didn’t think less of me for it.

When I opened my eyes and looked at him, though, it was clear he didn’t think less of me at all. In fact, he was crawling upward, hovering his body above mine. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he just stared into my eyes, the intensity in his gaze rendering me speechless.

“How was that?” he asked.

I shook my head and tried to force words to come out. “Amazing,” was what I finally forced past my lips. There weren’t enough adjectives in the English language to express how that felt.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he said. “But first… Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now?—”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to make love to me. Now.”

Did I sound too demanding? Maybe men didn’t like that. Heck if I knew how to handle a situation like this. It was all new to me.

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