Page 31 of Montana's Bravest

It hasn’t been that long since I had someone beside me—a so-called ‘girlfriend.’ But when I look back now, it sounded like a mere status, that I wasn’t alone. What I have now with Cass is a connection—one that’s alive and beautiful.

“It’s been too long for me, too, believe me,” I deliver my confession in a whisper.

“We’re the same, then?” she says and lets her lips stay parted—a cue for me to go ahead.

I kiss her gorgeous lips as I strip her top off. Her breasts are cradled by a lacy bra—but not for long. I unhook it and let it fall. It’s my hands that are supposed to cradle that exquisite pair.

Lightning strikes outside, shining on Cass’ face as I push her to lie down on the side of the sink. The rain is heavy, a warning of the cold night ahead. It’s almost winter here, and I’m with one of the most beautiful Winters I’ve ever seen. Yet, the way we start our affair is like fall, the beginning of something awe-inspiring without the frigidness—the season when leaves give out their most fiery colors.

Cass places her hand on my chin, probing.

I want to love her all the way. But even though she doesn’t seem to mind lying on the bench, surrounded by party messes, I know this woman deserves better. The marble surface is cold and reeking of beer, probably the smell that she would associate with work and unruly crowds, and there’s nothing sexy about it.

“What are you doing?” Cass pants as I pull myself away from her so I can stand up straight.

“I’m taking you to my bed,” I whisper, scooping her up while her legs are still cradling my hips.

I lay her down. I bet she’s the type who likes to be on top, who prefers to claim rather than be claimed. But I’m a man on a mission, and this is the position that I want to be—blanketing her body with as much of me as I can, looking straight into her eyes. Touching her, being inside her—it’s a path to bonding, but it’s our eye contact that will seal it.

“You ok there?” I tease her, partly checking on her. After all, I’m not about to have sex with her, I’m about to make love to her. If she isn’t on board, I won’t push my case.

A smile plasters her face as she slowly opens her legs, letting my hips fall gently on her. “Splendid,” she huffs.

I touch her center. Her soaking sends my own arousal up a notch.

The time is now. I stretch to take out a condom from my bedside drawer. When I come back to her, her head lifts, trying to reach my lips while other parts of her body are pinnedbeneath mine. As soon as we kiss, I enter her, sending her to writhe wildly. At times she tightens her thighs, other times she tries to resist me.

“Cass…” I sigh out her name as I absorb the immense pleasure swirling inside me.

She looks at me, affirming she has no other agenda but to be with me.

I lower myself, giving her no choice but to stay in place. It’s not domination, because it’s me who’s surrendering to her.

We’re as close as we can be, and I arouse her with the weight of my pelvis, slowly gliding into her depth.

“Sam… Sam…” she gasps as she writhes away from me.

“What is it?” I pull back. If she doesn’t want to do it, I wish she’d told me sooner.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. But her apology isn’t the kind that’s followed by ‘I can’t do this.’ She maintains eye contact, which I welcome as a sign of sincerity. “I’ve never been with anyone since… since my ex-husband.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.” Her grimace oozes shame. “I’m close.”

I raise my brows. She’s sorry because she’s close? I cheer her up. “That’s good. Why are you worried?”

“It’s too soon.”

“You don’t want to come yet?”

“No…”

“Okay,” I murmur, keeping my cock away from her and kissing her breasts instead. A short moment later I feel her legs part. Her eyes urge me to start again. This is why I like to be on top when I first make love to someone. I read cues like an open book, and I take pride in my exceptional control—I can give my woman what she wants.

I tease her shallowly, gripping the base of my shaft.

She moans in comfort, smiling as she releases small thrusts of her hips. I deepen my penetration, no more than an inch, and right then she holds her breath.

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