Page 26 of Sheltered By the Surly Forester

Dropping to my knees, I unbutton her jeans. "It will be Emie style. That's all that matters."

I leave her light blue cotton panties on, draping her across the bed with her knees on the edge.

I adore the fire in her eyes as I place my palms on her knees, spreading her thighs wide. Her panties have just begun to turn damp, and I lick straight across them, watching her squirm. Herfingers grip the blanket, her hips shifting as I nudge through her pussy lips and the cotton.

She pulls a pillow under her head to watch me, as I waggle my eyebrows mischievously at her.

Then her teeth sink into her bottom lip for a moment as I swirl my tongue across her clit. "You were really kinda grumpy and grouchy at first," she murmurs softly. "Are you going to let other people see this playful side?"

I respond by growling deeply, and I feel her clit swell slightly from the vibrations.

Her fingers grip my hair. "Don't care. Forget I said anything."

"Maybe.How about that?"

"Good enough."

I straighten up, shoving her knees together as she laughs, lifting her hips to help me pull her panties off. They get tossed aside, and I sadly take note of the cheap fabric. My sweet girl has been running on fumes for who knows how long. Not anymore.

Next chance we get, we'll drive to the larger stores in West Stoneburg to buy her a whole new wardrobe. Lingerie as sexy as she is. A warm coat and boots for the winter. Buttery, soft cotton sweaters, as my excuse to always have my hands on her. For the first time in my life, there is a reason to use my wealth. Spoiling Emie is going to be incredible.

Nestling between her legs, I kiss gentle loops around the inside of her thighs. The feeling of her fingers in my hair makes me melt as I lean in, tasting her slowly, watching her eyes carefully.

Time almost seems to stop as I move my mouth against her sensitive flesh, dragging the tip of my tongue around her clit. French kissing her opening. Slipping two fingers inside to circle her little button.

"So pretty," I murmur, watching Emie's half-lidded eyes as her breath changes.

I wait, studying her eyes as I lick slower, pulsing my fingers inside her. Eventually I feel the shift as her soft moans get louder, her breath more rapid. Then I start to feel her inner walls pulsing around my finger. I lick faster, harder, revelling in the way she fists my hair, hips rocking.

"Yeah," she stutters. "Josh…I…" Her beautiful lips fall open with a cry as she tumbles over the cliff, coming beautifully as her entire body trembles.

I wait until she stops shaking to stand up, slowly pulling off my clothes. It’s impossible to miss the way she stares with hunger in her eyes, making me feel both dirty and powerful. I'm her man. Her protector. The one who's going to bring her pleasure every single day for the rest of our lives.

The man who is about to take her breath away again.

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EMIE

Iwill never get enough of Josh's incredible, massive body. The bed shifts as he lies beside me, pulling me up to the center of the bed and arranging my pillow.

When we first met, he was so worried about not making me feel cornered. Now all I want is to feel captured by him. Like I belong with him. No – that we belong with each other.

His eyes widen as I awkwardly scramble on top of him. "Not sure if I’m climbing a mountain man or the mountain itself," I laugh.

Josh chuckles too, gripping my ass with both hands and pulling me into position. He uses my body to drag my open pussy over his length, spreading my moisture along his skin.

"I've never been this hard before," he says quietly, looking up at me with his smoky green eyes. "Never felt this kind of connection with anyone." Then he grins wickedly. "Metaphorically speaking, we're going to burn this forest down, sweetheart."

He lifts me by the hips, and I grip his length, stroking my clit with it. When did I get so bold? How did all of my shyness just fall away?

It’s Josh. He's so grounded and earthy that he makes everything feel natural and right.

My breath catches as he twists me slightly, pressing the head of his shaft inside. "All yours, baby."

Placing my hands on his chest, I spread my knees and lower myself down inch by exquisite inch onto his throbbing thickness. I almost can't stand how incredible and intense it feels. "And I am all yours."

There's that growl. He probably thinks he sounds sinister. To me, it comes off as a slightly grumbly teddy bear.

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