Page 9 of Snowed in with the Mountain Man

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked.

“My hand’s on my cock,” he said. “I’m not moving it much, though.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Why’s that?”

I knew why. I wanted to hear him say the words, though.

“I could probably come in less than a minute,” he said. “I don’t want to do that.”

I looked down at the water. “Yeah, that would be messy.”

I kept making lighthearted comments at the wrong time. It was a nervous habit. But right now, I shouldn’t be trying to lessen the tension. In fact, I should be working to increase it.

“It’s not that, sugar,” he said. “When I come, I want to come inside you.”

Oh, God. My heart skipped a beat when he called me sugar. But the second part of that statement sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to the area I was touching. I began movingmy finger faster, my eyes slamming shut as the sensations intensified. He wanted to come inside me. That thought alone could send me over the edge.

I knew without a doubt that this was the man I was going to lose my virginity to. This wastheman. The only man for me. I just hoped he’d feel the same by the time the snow melted off the roads.

“Come for me, Caitlyn,” he said.

My eyes were still closed and I pictured him touching himself, stroking as his body moved closer and closer to release. And that was all it took. My orgasm slammed into me, taking my breath and leaving me shaking all over.

A whimper escaped. I wasn’t even sure I’d been the one to make that noise. When my body gradually came down, though, I was all too aware the noise had come from me, along with a couple of other sighs and gasps.

My head was tilted back, my eyes closed. Slowly, I opened them and lowered my head to look at the man who’d watched me have my first orgasm.

Should I feel shy about it? Embarrassed even? I’d let myself go completely. It was the most intimate thing someone could witness. But I didn’t feel shy at all. In fact, it made me feel more connected to him.

As our eyes met again, I realized I felt completely safe in this man’s hands. I could let my guard down. I could be myself.

“Your turn,” I said, letting my mouth spread into a slow smile.

“Come over here.”

That gruffness in his tone got me every time. I just had an orgasm, and I was already feeling warm and tingly inside again. Maybe that’s how it would be with him. I’d never get enough.

I pushed away from the wall and squat-walked my way across the hot tub toward him. I expected to encounter his feet and legs as I got closer, but that didn’t happen.

I realized when my foot brushed across his thigh that he had his legs spread, waiting for me to move in between them. He pulled me closer, the heat in his stare melting me like butter.

I moved toward him as his hands roamed my back. When our mouths met, his tongue slid between my lips, probing my mouth and making me moan.

I forgot he wasn’t completely naked until I moved in closer and felt his underwear brush my thighs. I moved my hands upward, sliding over the fabric before finally reaching his muscled leg.

When my hand slipped around his erection, I moaned again. He was big and hard as steel. And the idea that I’d done that to him thrilled me beyond belief.

This guy wanted me. Of all the women in the world, I turned him on. I just hoped I wouldn’t disappoint him with my inexperience.

He abruptly broke the kiss and removed my hand from his shaft. “We’re going to have to go slower on that, babe,” he said.

I smiled, then grabbed fistfuls of the fabric and pulled his boxer briefs toward me. I got them all the way to his knees, and he took it from there, stepping out of them and letting them go.

And then we came together again—our mouths and our bodies. This time, my arms settled around his shoulders, his erection pressing against my belly. I still wanted to touch him, though, so I moved against him enticingly.

What could I say? I got a thrill out of turning him on. I wanted to do whatever it took to put that look on his face, and I wanted to do it every day for the rest of my life.

“Mmm,” he moaned against my lips mid-kiss. Then he pulled back and said, “Do me a favor. Stand up.”

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