Page 10 of Flirting with the Mountain Man

I looked down. It wouldn’t be necessary to completely remove my pants. I unzipped and pulled them down to my thighs.

“Underwear too,” she said.

I was hesitant to bare my erection to her. She was a virgin. But she was also a twenty-three-year-old woman, not some kid.

As I shoved my underwear down, I kept my eyes on her face. She was still hunkered, so I couldn’t make out the small details, but her eyes were wide and her eyebrows arched. Was she surprised? Impressed? I hoped a combination of both.

As she settled into place on my lap, her hand went around my shaft. It was so quick, it startled me, but I managed to remain still. Very still. I didn’t even breathe as she ran her hand over my length, grazing the tip with her thumb.

“It’s wet,” she said. “Is that normal?”

I assumed she’d found some moisture at the tip. “It happens,” I said. “Pre-cum.”

I’d actually used that word. Was that too much? I’d be glad once we got past this early stage and I could say whatever I wanted to her.

“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Well, the rod that they put in your arm. I guess that’s not really sexy talk, but I wanted you to know that you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”

“What if I want to get you pregnant?” I teased.

I wasn’t really joking. It was early, but the thought of this woman having my baby made me happy. It gave me hope for the future. For the first time in a long time, I saw a purpose to my life beyond work.

“How does this feel?” she asked.

I was trying not to think about it. Her strokes had gotten bolder, and she was staring at my face as though awaiting a response. I wanted to say something, but it was taking everything I had not to give in to these sensations.

“You’re going to have to stop,” I finally forced out. And before she could react to those words, I added, “I’m trying to hold out for you. I don’t want to finish until you’ve been fully satisfied.”

“You want to make me come before you do?”

The look that passed over her face as she said those words was even more powerful than what she was doing with her hands. I clenched my jaw again and tried to think of something, anything but that naughty look on her innocent face.

“Yes,” I said. “After this, I’m going to get a good eight hours of sleep. Then I’m having you over for dinner and afterward, I’m going to lick you until you come.”

“Oh,” she said, her eyes drifting closed.

Her movements faltered slightly, then increased with fervor. She was stroking me hard and fast. Basically, she was giving me a hand job, and that wasn’t the way this was going to happen.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” I asked, moving my hand up her thigh.

Her hand fell away from me in the process. I missed her touch but was grateful for the relief. At least now I could focus all my efforts on pleasuring her. Once I had her trembling in my arms, I could start thinking about my own release.

“No,” she said.

The word came out on a breath as my fingers made contact with her clit. I teased it at first, then slipped into a pattern, rubbing her until she began moving her hips. I followed her rhythm, matching her movements as she slowed down, then sped up again.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she said, throwing her head back.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her long, light brown hair fell around her face in waves. I was in danger of getting riled up again, but I couldn’t look away. I had a feeling I’d see this image behind my closed eyes as I tried to drift off to sleep this afternoon. I just hoped I’d have the promise of more images to replace it tonight.

“Oh yes, don’t stop.” Her movements picked up, her tits teasing me as she moved them closer to me, then farther away. “Oh God, I’m going to…this is…oh wow. Wow. Wow.”

She gripped my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. Only when she completely stilled did I stop my movements. Her eyes remained closed for a long moment, then slowly popped open as she met my stare.

“I guess that’s what I’ve been missing my whole life,” she said in a hushed voice.

“You won’t be missing it anymore,” I said. “I’ll make it my mission to make sure you have it as often as you want.”

This talk could scare her off, but if she wasn’t thinking forever, it was best to know now. I waited for her response,holding my breath. But as her mouth spread into the biggest smile I’d seen yet, my heart soared. Yes, she was feeling this too.

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