Page 14 of Stubborn Mountain Man

But it was clear right away that Kane didn’t mind one bit. If anything, he liked my bossy side. Or maybe it was that I was demanding he do something he already wanted to do.

Whatever the case, he lowered his face to mine for another kiss while my hands slid under the waistband of his boxers, pushing downward. His cock sprang free, brushing against my thigh—a move that made me squirm in a good way. I wanted to feel that inside me. I wanted it to feel good.

“My first time will hurt, won’t it?” I broke the kiss to ask.

He nodded. “Probably. I’ll go slow. Or better yet, you guide me.”

With that, he lowered his mouth for another kiss. My hands went straight to his ass, pushing him forward until his tip was positioned at my entrance. My body automatically shifted toward him, my pelvis lifting as I tried to ease this ache for him.

He was holding back, I could tell. He didn’t want to hurt me. But I wanted him inside me so badly, I pressed even harder. My legs went around him, pulling him forward until he was buried a couple of inches. That was when I felt the first jolt of pain.

When he pulled away to look down at me, worry marred his features. The fact that he put my comfort ahead of his need to get release told me everything I needed to know about this guy. He was a good man. The kind of man a woman would be lucky to have as a husband.

“It’s okay,” I said. “It hurts, but I’d rather push through it. Kind of like ripping off a bandage or jumping in a cold swimming pool.”

Was it bad to compare my first time to jumping in a pool or ripping off a bandage? It made it sound like I was trying to get it over with, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

If it bothered him, though, he didn’t show it. Instead, he leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss. A kiss that let me know this was more than just sex for him.

I closed my eyes, planning to fight my way through it. It would be like childbirth. A hell of a lot of pain for great rewards later. The reward would be that sex the next time would feel good.

But I was surprised to find the pain was lessening. It didn’t feel good exactly, but the pain mixed with a weird sort of pleasure, and soon the pleasure won out. He lifted himself above me and looked down at me as he slid in and out, not going any farther than he’d gone before.

I wrapped my legs around him and looked up at him. His expression whittled away any traces of pain that might have remained. The fire in his eyes turned me on in a way that no amount of touching, kissing, licking, or stroking could do.

He wanted me. He thought I was sexy. If I never made love to a man for the rest of my life, the memory of the way he looked at me now would sustain me.

But I didn’t want to just hang onto a memory. I wanted to have this every day for the rest of my life.

“Do you think you can come for me again?” Kane asked as he stared down at me.

Oh, crap. Come again? I was turned on, but there was no way?—

“What if I do this?”

With that question, he moved his hand between us and began touching my clit again. He looked down as he did it, watching the area where our bodies joined. Sure enough, that sight, along with him touching me, began turning my insides to molten lava. It was definitely possible that I could?—

“Ah,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed just a few minutes after he’d started touching me. “I think I’m going to?—”

My voice broke off as, once again, an orgasm raced through my body. I gripped his arm and cried out again, this time saying his name. I said it loud, my voice echoing off the empty mountaintop. If anyone had been nearby, they definitely would have overheard.

When it was over, I smiled up at him, knowing now that we were both free to focus on him. He’d been so patient, holding out until I was satisfied. Now it was time to give him an orgasm he’d remember.

“Let’s change position,” I said.

He froze, frowning down at me. “Your ankle.”

My ankle. I’d forgotten all about it. I’d even wrapped my legs around him. It still hurt, but in all the excitement, I’d shifted focus from the pain. Or maybe it was that the pain of my first time overrode it.

“We’ll make it work,” I said. “I want to try something different.”

He repositioned us, taking great care to protect my ankle in the process. I settled on his lap, straddling him as he sat on the rock, and maneuvered his erection inside me once again.

“That doesn’t hurt?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Mostly no. There’s a little discomfort, but I’m getting used to it.”

He didn’t want me to get used to it. He wanted me to enjoy it. I got it, but this was a necessary evil.

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