Page 170 of A Merry Mountain Christmas

She reaches behind my head and pulls my lips back to hers, kissing me with a passion I knew was buried deep inside her. It just needed to be tapped.

I grin against her mouth, then nip her bottom lip. She makes a sound of surprised approval, and I slip my hand between her legs, stroking as I kiss my way down her body, exploring her breasts and her stomach.

Her moans have turned into rapid pants by the time I reach her mound and replace my hand with my mouth, slipping my fingers inside her.

I look up at her as her back arches. Her nipples are hard and her eyes are closed, her face luminous in an expression of pure ecstasy.

I nip her lightly, making her inhale sharply, and I lick and suck as I finger-fuck her.

Then she cries out, and I feel her tighten around my fingers as her orgasm rocks through her.

I pull out my fingers, my cock pulsing with the need to replace them, but I intend to savor every minute of tonight, so instead I kiss my way up her stomach as she recovers. Her eyes are closed, and her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. They draw my attention, and I tease her nipple, smiling when I hear her moan again.

“How many times have you come in one night, Mary?” I ask, determined to give her more than she’s had before.

“Before tonight?” she asks hesitantly. Something seems off.

I freeze as what she’s saying sinks in. “You’ve never had an orgasm before just now?”

Her face and chest flush.

“But…” How is that possible? She’s been married. She has a child. Why didn’t she tell me? But of course she wouldn’t.

“Glenn is the only man…” Her voice trails off in embarrassment. “And he never…”

So Glenn the Prick had never made her come.

I get off the bed.

Her eyes scan my chest before dipping lower to my shorts and my obvious hard-on. I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom package, then tug down both my shorts and my boxer briefs.

Her eyes widen as they drop to my erection.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask, praying she doesn’t tell me yes.

She shakes her head as her gaze lifts to mine. “No.”

I lie down next to her on my side and kiss her, long and deep. She reaches up and grabs my face, pulling me closer as she kisses me back, need overtaking her shyness. One of her hands finds my chest and starts to explore before halting.

I rise up on my elbow and cover her hand with my own. “Touch me, Mary.”

She averts her eyes, clearly embarrassed, but she doesn’t pull away. So I move her hand across my pecs and then down myabdomen. She resists, so I stop and look into her eyes. “If you want to touch me, touch me.”

Her hand skims down my lower abdomen, and I inhale sharply as she wraps her hand around me.

She strokes lightly at first, then becomes more sure of herself.

I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last, so I reach between her legs to make sure she’s ready for me.

Her hand freezes. “Jace. Now.”

In a mad rush, I open the package and slip on the condom. I’m about to climb between her legs and take her, but I’d bet everything I own that Glenn only fucked her missionary style. For a brief moment, I consider turning onto my back and pulling her on top, but she’s not confident enough for that yet, and I’m determined for her to not only come again, but come hard. So I turn her onto her stomach and kneel behind her, tugging her back so her knees are bent and her ass is hanging over her heels.

She looks back at me in surprise.

“Have you ever been fucked from behind, Mary?”

Her eyes widen. “No,” she croaks out.

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