Page 11 of Savage Mountain Man

“Is it okay if I touch you?” she asked.

“Oh, hon,” I said. “You don’t have to ask permission to do that.”

I returned my attention to the kiss. But despite my blanket permission, it was still a little bit of a shock when her hand wrapped around my cock. That was when I had to shift my thoughts to something else—anything to keep my mind off what she was doing. Holding out for her was top priority.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss again and said, “Touch me.”

So she wanted my hands to drift. Groping was something I could definitely do.

Fueled by her request, I moved my hand from the back of the tub and slid it between us, resting on her upper thigh just as she’d done with me seconds ago. I wanted to lay her out on a bed and kiss her from head to toe, but there would be time for that. Plenty of time. Right now, I needed to fulfill this ache I had for her.

She’d never stopped touching me, and I would swear each stroke was getting more pronounced. I needed to tell her to stop, but it felt so good. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the ledge, trying my best to keep my focus on pleasuring her.

That turned out to be the perfect solution. It distracted her from what she was doing enough that her movements became stilted and gradually slowed altogether.

But then I had a new problem. Her reaction to my touch was turning me on almost as much as her earlier strokes. Her breathing was growing heavier, and her hips began a slow, almost subtle gyration. It told me she liked what I was doing. More than liked it.

Would this be her first orgasm? She hadn’t said whether masturbation was off-limits. It didn’t matter. It would be the first orgasm I gave her—any man had given her, actually. And that filled me with a sense of pride I hadn’t expected.

“Oh wow,” she said, her hips beginning to move faster. “Don’t stop. That feels so…oh. Oh. Oh.”

Her movements on my cock stopped completely, which was a good thing for both of us. It gave me time to rein in my arousal and keep her focus where it should be right now—on herself.

When her back finally arched, she went very quiet, and I wondered if she’d suddenly remembered that we could probablybe heard beyond this door. I had doubts anyone was out there. Not this time of day. People usually headed to the pool area at night after a full day of skiing.

Finally, she stilled completely, her back returning to its original position. And that told me she was fully satisfied.

But I wasn’t done satisfying her yet. Not by a mile.

7

KACIE

Brandon had fully satisfied me. Now it was his turn.

At least, that was how I assumed it worked. In my mind, I pictured orgasms happening at the same time, usually during the act itself. But my college friends had informed me that wasn’t always how it went, and that I should look for a man who made sure I was fully satisfied before he got off.

Even before this, I’d known Brandon would be that type of guy.

As he moved his hand away from my clit, I slid my hand off him as well. Then I stood, barely bothered by the fact that I was showing my body to him. I’d become comfortable with him, but there was still that small part of me that was new to all this. In time, I’d get comfortable with it, I was sure.

When Brandon looked at me, his heated stare warmed me from head to toe. This guy wanted me, and knowing that made me feel like the luckiest woman on Earth.

My fantasy from earlier flashed through my head. “Squeeze your legs together,” I commanded.

His reaction told me he liked being bossed around—in this context, anyway. His eyes widened, and his mouth tugged up a little at the corners in the hint of a smile.

I could be bossy. That was one thing people said about me. If he liked that, there was plenty more where that came from.

He did exactly as I said, and then gestured for me to come forward. He wanted me to straddle him, but I had a different kind of straddling in mind.

“Pull me back toward you,” I said.

I turned and spread my legs, then made a very awkward attempt at backing onto his lap. I almost slipped several times, and without his hands on my hips, I definitely would have fallen and probably suffered a pretty bad head bump. In the end, it was clearly something that wouldn’t work.

“New plan,” I said, scooting back toward his knees. He helped me untangle myself from him, and then I turned to face him. “Something we’ll have to try later, though. Maybe on the ski lift.”

His stare darkened a little, and I knew what was going through his head. It wasn’t the fantasy itself that he liked as much as the fact that I’d had one about him in the first place.

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