Page 17 of Taught By the Mountain Man

“So beautiful,” he whispers, trailing his tongue down my sensitive neck. My nipples tighten when his large hands settle at the side of my thighs, sliding their way upwards.

He makes his way up and places one over my right breast, palming it softly.

“Barrow,” I mewl, and it’s all the confirmation he needs as his other hand goes to my back.

I instinctively arch my back, inviting him to undo the zipper of my dress. As the fabric slips from me away, I feel a rush of vulnerability mixed with anticipation, my bare breasts now exposed to him.

“You are so beautiful, Star,” he whispers, almost like it’s a prayer.

Then, before my shyness can take hold, he leans in, capturing one of my sensitive buds with his mouth. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine as he squeezes the fullness of my breast, igniting a fire within me that I can’t resist and whimper.

“Barrow,” I sigh, heart thumping wildly in the back of my ears as I wriggle beneath. In response, I groan at the sound of his name leaving my lips, melting into me even more with his body heavy on top of mine.

Never have my body felt so deliciously conquered as I surrendered myself to him completely.

My sex begins to dampen as his fingers dance over my body, gently flicking and teasing my other nipple, captivating my senses completely. A warm thrill courses through me as I watch him skillfully heighten my pleasure, his focus unwavering.

With each lick, each soft suck, he lavishes attention on my breasts as if he has been longing for this moment. A soft whimper slips from my lips, a spontaneous expression of the exquisite sensations he stirs within me.

He let go of my puckered, puffy nipple with a pop, nose flaring as he laid another kiss.

“Do you like that, Star?”

Is that even a question?

I nod feverishly, almost in a daze. “So good,” I barely manage.

His hand moves maniacally on my clit, over my dress, and I find myself parting my legs further for him. I am embarrassingly wet, practically drenched from him, playing and teasing my breasts. I’m almost terrified of coming right here before he can even put his cock in me.

His hands become bolder, seeming to be fueled by my eagerness, hitching more and more of my dress until he can place one of his powerful hands underneath. I want nothing more than to rip off the dress myself so we can feel each other more—

So we don’t need to put a barrier between us.

Without trying, he has somehow awoken something in me that had been slumbering until tonight.

His hand starts to rub through mypanties, and my mouth parts in a silent moan.

“God, I can feel you drenched, beautiful,” he groans, and truthfully?

I can die right now, and I won’t complain in the slightest.

My back bows as he rubs my swollen bundle of nerves through the fabric in circular motions and I can feel the fabric becoming wetter. My body becomes hotter until I am writhing and bucking underneath him.

So good.

So fucking good.

I am panting and whining, utterly unaware of anything but his fingers as he parts my panties.

I almost came apart when his fingers came skin-to-skin contact with my clit, smearing my wetness around. I buck as he moves them slowly, trying to understand what I like as his mouth latches back onto my taut bud, the one he was playing with before.

All night, Barrow has given me his full attention, and it seems my pleasure is no different. Shamelessly, I open my legs all the way, hitching up the dress even more. He slowly eases two fingers into me and then hisses, pulling away from my nipples.

“Fuck. Star, you’re sotight.”

“Please,” I beg. My arms find their way around his neck, holding tightly onto him as I admire the man I’ve fallen head over heels in love with. I want him more than my next breath of air, I need him like the oxygen I breathe. “I need you, Barrow. Need you now.”

He gently kisses my lips, almost asking me, “Trust me,” and withdrawing from my depth. I watch, blushing madly as he lapses up my juices that coat his fingers and groans. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

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