Page 18 of Taught By the Mountain Man

His rough hands then lay on my shoulder, and I found myself relaxing under him.

He tugs at the dress's zipper, and I lift my hips so he can finally undress me fully alongside my panties. As his eyes drink me all in, he growls in approval, which makes my sex clench and ache for some relief only he can satisfy.

I swallow the lump as he pulls away to pull down his sweatpants and boxer, and there’s time for me to hide at the sight of his fully erected shaft. It’s so swollen, red, and hard while pointing straight up against his stomach.

I had no idea how he was going to fit into me without splitting me wide open.

And yet…I want everything he’s willing to give me all the same.

“Do you still want this, Star?”

The question lingers in the air, stirring something deep within me, and I feel my eyes welling up—not from sadness, but from the sheer selflessness and thoughtfulness radiating from him. I swallow hard; the lump in my throat is a reminder of the intensity of this moment.

As I hook my legs around him, drawing him closer, I can feel the warmth of his body enveloping me, a magnetic pull that ignites a fire deep inside. With the fireflies dancing around us in the twilight, their soft glow mirrors the flicker of excitement in my chest.

As he places his arms on either side of me, the feeling of his strength as they wrap around me anchors me in this moment. The air is thick with unspoken words, and the scent of the earth after a warm rain fills my lungs, grounding me.

I tilt my head back slightly, catching his gaze, and in that brief moment, the world halts.

His dark and deep eyes reflect a mix of desire and tenderness, a promise of what’s to come.

As I brush my lips against his, it's as if the universe aligns; everything else fades away, and it’s just us. The warmth of his breath mingles with mine, and I can feel the energy pulsing between us, a connection that electrifies my senses. The fireflies continue their dance, circling us like tiny stars in our own little universe, and I realize that this is where I belong—

Lost in his embrace.

“I want you,” I profess under the moonlight, brushing my nose across his.

I want you now, and I want you forever if you’re willing to have me, I think, but don’t dare to say.

Not yet.

His breath hitches as if he read my mind while guiding his presence into my opening, and the world around us fades as he pushes himself into my tightness. My breath quickens as I surrender to the sensation, my body responding instinctively to his touch.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmurs. “Fuck, how are you real?”

He first gently and slowly moves in and out of me, testing the water.

Soon, it feels like something else has taken control of us as his pace picks up.

Quicker and faster, he pounds into me, each thrust making my breast pounce and chaff against his muscular chest. I whimper when he pulls his mouth away, tongue trailing onto the crook of my neck, lightly sucking onto my delicate skin.

“Barrow,” I moan as he continues to mark me, bringing so many new sensations. “Please.”

It was almost as if my begging was what triggered him, his arms and shoulder as he intertwined our hands, keeping me pinned as he made love to me right there in the open. He made sure his eyes were on me, seeming to capture every one of my expressions for him only.

I whimper and whine, loving each thrust of his pump into me.

I am writhing, whimpering, panting breathlessly as he continues thrusting into my wetness, bringing me close to an explosive and ground-shaking orgasm. And when it does slam into me unexpectedly, I choke out his name before he mends his mouth over mine, swallowing my whines and whimpering as I feel him spilling into me.

Somehow, in that very moment…I know that whatever might come tomorrow, we’ll be okay.

Barrow

The drive back into town is quiet, the kind of silence that’s comfortable, not awkward. Star’s sitting beside me, her gaze occasionally flicking to the window, the soft glow of the streetlights casting fleeting shadows across her face. I can feel her energy, a mix of contentment and something else I can’t quite place. Something that matches the strange, quiet buzzing I feel in my chest.

Eventually, as we navigate Heartwood’s quiet Main Street, she stirs. “I don’t want to go home just yet,” she murmurs.

“Where should we go?” My heart starts to hum with excitement once more. She wants to leave me as little as I want to leave her.

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