Page 17 of Forbidden Mountain Man

His hands slide over the curve of my hips in reverence and he places small kisses on my belly, nuzzling his head there. I wonder if I'm pregnant? We’re not exactly practicing safe sex. The thought should scare me, but I find that I want it. I want everything with him.

He looks up at me and a moment of understanding passes between us. “I want that too, sweetheart. We’ll make it happen, I promise.”

He returns his focus to my body, kissing a trail up my torso and in between my breasts. His knuckles brush against my nipples and he traces the round curve of my breasts with his tongue.

Forest is worshiping my body, showing me how much I mean to him. His hands glide down my arms and he twines his fingers in mine, bringing my arms above my head and holding them in place with one of his large hands on my wrists.

He dips his head down and sucks on my collarbone before licking the curve of my neck and placing a soft kiss at my pulse point. Forest makes his way to my face, kissing up my jaw and placing sweet kisses on my temple, my forehead, my eyes, and my nose. He hovers above me, inches away. We share the same breath and get lost in this moment.

Finally, Forest kisses me. It’s tender and reverent, full of promises. He reaches down and drags his throbbing cock up my slit, rubbing my juices all over him. He deepens the kiss and slowly slides into me. I can feel every vein on his large shaft as he presses himself into me, keeping his slow, steady pace.

We both groan when he’s fully buried deep inside of me. He stays there for a few seconds, bowing his head so it’s resting on my chest. The hand not holding my wrist ghosts up and down the side of my body, from the curve of my hips to the side of my breast.

“This is everything. Everything. Mine. Mine.Mine,” he whispers into my chest, more to himself than to me.

Forest starts to move inside of me, pulling out at the same slow pace. My walls pulse, wanting to suck him in and keep him inside of me. Once he’s fully out, he enters me again, excruciatingly slow. I need him, need his cock, need our release. But he is in control.

In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy, like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out exactly which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.

The slow burn is killing me. I can feel the edge of the flame lick at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.

He lets my hands go and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.

The flames reach my core and I’m so sensitive even though I haven’t even come yet. He’s keeping me on the edge and it’s almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my own release.

His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Forest rests his forehead on mine.

“Feel this with me, love. Feel me, feel us.” He grunts and bucks his hips, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Forest…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell he’s casting over me.

He continues his slow pace, every once in a while, adding a quick hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before heslows down again and brings me back. My juices trickle out of me and pool on the blanket beneath me.

“Please…” I bed. He thrusts again, harder this time. “Oh! Oh fuck, I’m right there, Forest…”

“Come for me, Fiona. I’ve got you. Look at me, I want to see you come.”

With a final thrust, my orgasm takes over me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops, I can’t take in air, as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body.

I stare into Forest's eyes. It's so intense, so vulnerable. He swells inside of me as he empties himself deep in my womb. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as he comes, never breaking eye contact with me. He's shaking and panting as much as I am.

Forest collapses on top of me and I savor his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, as close as we can possibly be.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he rolls us over.

I lay on top of him, completely spent and content. I rest my cheek on his chest and throw a leg over his, tangled up in him. My arm stretches over his chest as I place my hand over his heart. “I love… being with you like this,” I say, stumbling over my words. I almost told him I love him. I do, but it’s too soon to say it.

“I love everything about you,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.

It doesn’t take long for the sweat to dry on my body, making me shiver in the cool night breeze. Forest kisses me full on the lips, his movements slow and intentional. When we break apart, he helps me get dressed before pulling his own clothes on.

He settles back down on the blanket, sitting with his back against the pillows and his legs spread out. I sit in between them, leaning back against his chest. Forest holds me close, both of us staring up at the twinkling stars.

Without sharing a word, I know we’re thinking the same thing; we somehow found each other again in this big, crazy universe.

9

FOREST

---