Page 12 of Savage Mountain Man

“Definitely bookmarking that one for later,” he said. “But I have a better idea. Why don’t you move over to that ledge, put your hands on it, and bend forward?”

Oh, fuck. He could get bossy in bed too. And who knew my body would respond to it the way it did?

A fresh wave of heat rushed to my pussy as I headed over to the side of the hot tub closest to the chair and did exactly what he’d ordered me to do.

Several long seconds passed before I looked back over my shoulder to see that he hadn’t budged from where we’d been sitting. He was standing, but he hadn’t taken a step in this direction.

“I don’t have protection,” he said. “Shit.”

I turned to face him. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. Yet another peer pressure thing.”

Relief relaxed his tense features. “A dare?”

I shook my head. “No. They kept urging me to go to the doctor, even though I didn’t plan to be sexually active anytime soon. The doctor suggested I get started on birth control. You know, to make things regular.”

Why was I telling him all this? Hardly good foreplay. I clamped my lips shut before I could spoil the mood.

But he didn’t seem all that bothered by it. He was walking toward me, his hand gripping his massive erection. I turned back around to resume my previous position.

“Spread those legs a little wider, hon,” he said.

Hon. That was the second time he’d used that term of endearment with me. I liked that too. I was learning all kinds of things that turned me on today.

I sucked in a breath and braced myself. This was definitely going to hurt.

“I’m going to let you control things,” he said.

Me? I didn’t even know what I was doing. But then it hit me why he’d said that.

“It’s going to hurt,” I said.

“Exactly.”

I felt him move in closer. When his tip finally probed my entrance, I let out a sigh. I’d been a little too vocal before when I was having my first-ever orgasm. I’d have to remind myself to keep quiet this time. But it felt so good.

He froze, obviously misinterpreting my sighs and tense stance. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” I said. “That feels good, actually.”

“Okay, move back on me. But only as far as you are comfortable going.”

I did exactly that and winced once he was inside me a couple of inches. It wasn’t that it hurt. It was just tight. So tight. The pain reminded me of trying to slide earrings into my ears when I hadn’t worn them in a while. Resistance, then a sharp pain that dulled over time.

I shifted my balance so that my left arm would hold me up, then I moved my right hand between my legs. That little nub was still swollen and so sensitive, it didn’t feel good at first. But I had a feeling that would change if I kept at it.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asked.

I nodded, but then realized he didn’t have a good look at my face right now and forced out the word, “Yes.”

I was going through a weird combination of sensations. A slight dull pain that occasionally sharpened until it took my breath, combined with a slow-growing warmth between my legs. I was so caught up in what my own touch was doing to my body, I didn’t realize I was moving deeper and deeper on him. The pain was still there, but it was being gradually overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

I realized even as I said those words that he wasn’t the one in control. It just felt good to say them. It felt right.

And then the pressure began building inside me again—a feeling that was already familiar, even though it was new to me. I bit my tongue to avoid crying out as once again the waves rolled over me, making it tough to breathe. Making it tough to even think.

I stilled, and he seemed to get my cue that I wanted him to take over. I needed to catch my breath.

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