Page 37 of Mountain Security

His bare chest was a work of art.

She planted a kiss on his chest, which was mostly smooth but had a thin line of hair along the middle. She liked that line. She traced it with her fingers, wondering if she might later trace it with her lips.

Later.

Not now.

Now, she owed him an answer.

She undid the top button of her jeans, then the second one, until her belly button appeared, and then the line of her barely there panties.

“They do fucking match,” he said. And then he was pulling her jeans down and peeling them off, his moves gentle but sure. He’d clearly done this before.

She stood in front of him in her panties and bra. Her chest heaved. She loved the way he looked at her, like he was a man dying of thirst and she was a cool glass of lemonade.

She looked again at his chest—all those thick, smooth muscles. She’d felt them earlier, while they grappled together, and when they’d hugged. But now, she could do more than feel.

She kissed along the fine line of hair between his pecs, following the route down to his belly button. He hissed, tensing his stomach, which did wonderful things for his thick abdominal muscles.

She counted each of the ridges as she kissed them.

A perfect six-pack.

His eyes grew heavy-lidded as her mouth moved past his belly button. Yvette fell to her knees before him. Her hands went to the belt of his jeans. She undid the belt, already feeling the hard ridge of his cock behind the zipper, and paused for an instant.

“Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” he whispered. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if he couldn’t bear to miss a second of this—of her.

Yvette pulled the zipper down. The jeans fell past his slim hips to form a puddle by his socks. She got her finger between the elastic of his boxer shorts and tugged down as well.

His cock stood up at attention—thick, heavy, and beautiful.

“Let me take you to bed,” he said, his hands caressing her shoulders.

“In a minute,” she said. She breathed on his cock, enjoying his sharp intake of breath before she kissed the weeping tip, enjoying the sweet, clean taste of his excitement.

Alex groaned. His hands moved to her hair, as if anchoring himself to her, but he kept his touch light. She liked that. She liked that a lot. That he was giving her room to explore.

After a few tentative kisses, Yvette opened her mouth and took the head inside. He was thick—thicker than any man she’d ever had in her mouth—and for an instant she wasn’t quite sure how she was going to make this work, but his ragged groans told her he was enjoying her efforts immensely.

As she relaxed, she was able to get more of him inside her mouth. Eventually, his hands tightened on her head.

“Please stop, Yvette,” he whispered. “Our first time together, I want to be inside you.”

She felt something clench inside her—she was the one physically on her knees, but Alex was the one begging. And she liked that. She liked that a lot.

Giving his cock head a final little kiss, she allowed him to pull her up to her feet. And then she was flying towards the bed.

Alex ran his hands up and down her legs, then up her side, until he reached her breasts.

“Your skin is so soft,” he breathed. “May I take this off?”

Yvette arched her back to give him easier access. Moments later, her bra was on the floor. Without the clever balcony bra, her breasts looked flatter, the flesh falling to either side of her chest. She looked at his face uncertainly.

She shouldn’t have worried.

Alex seemed entranced by them.

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