Page 10 of Protective Mountain Man

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” I asked, glancing over at the door. “I mean, it’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but your first time should be special. Candles, rose petals, Egyptian cotton sheets…”

Porsha laughed. “It’s definitely hot. I should be worried about my job, but for some reason, with you, I feel safe. I feel like everything’s going to be just fine.”

“It will. No matter what, I’ll make sure nothing bad ever happens to you.”

And that was a promise I fully intended to keep. My priority for the rest of my life would be keeping this woman safe.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, her gaze lowering to my cock. She slowly began moving her hand again while she talked. “I went on it about four years ago. There was a doctor on campus. I justwanted to be prepared for when I met the right guy.” She lifted her gaze to my face. “And now I’m?—”

“Prepared?”

“For the right guy. You’re the right guy.”

My heart skipped a beat. Nothing anyone had ever said meant as much as those words. She was feeling this too, and she was willing to lose her virginity to me. She trusted me, and her trust was well placed. I’d never let her down.

“Come here,” I said.

Confusion briefly spread over her features, but I lowered my gaze to her mouth, and she got what I intended to do. She leaned forward, moving both hands to my shoulders and pressing her heat along my cock.

I closed my eyes at the feel of the warm, wet silk of her underwear against my erection. But then our mouths met, and I briefly forgot what was going on with the rest of my body. The kiss sent warmth through me, and that warmth wrapped itself around my heart.

It wasn’t just the physical contact. It was the feeling behind it. Tenderness turning to passion, turning back to tenderness as my hands ran up her thighs and over her ass. Then I moved up, savoring the curve of her waist and finally reaching her breasts. I skimmed my thumbs over the lower curve, then cupped them before running my thumbs over her areolae.

That was when she squirmed, rubbing her pussy across my cock. She moaned against my mouth, and that alone was almost my undoing. But I held on as she broke the kiss and sat up, looking down at me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.

Yes, this was the woman I’d make love to for the rest of my life. The only woman for me.

“Does this feel good?” Porsha asked as she gyrated her hips to move her pussy along my cock.

I closed my eyes and nodded. “But if you don’t stop, I’m going to—” I hesitated, thinking better of the words I was going to use. Instead, I said, “I’m not going to last. Pull down your underwear.”

Her smile faltered slightly, her eyes widening again. But she did exactly as I requested, hitching a thumb under each side and tugging downward until her briefs were at the top of her thighs.

That wasn’t enough for me, though. I wanted to see that beautiful pussy. I put a hand on either side of her hips and nudged her upward until she was no longer sitting on me. After briefly admiring her most private part, I moved my fingers between us and slid one inside her, watching her eyes widen even more at the contact.

“Is that what it feels like to have you inside me?” she asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “Since it’s your first time, it’ll definitely hurt. But I’m going to make you feel good first.”

I slid my finger out and settled it on her clit. After only a few movements over it, her eyelids became droopy and her lips parted.

Oh yeah, this was definitely doing it for her.

“Should I touch my nipples?” she asked, her gaze focused straight ahead.

“Whatever feels good, sweetie.”

Her eyelids lifted a little at that as she looked down at me. After a brief smile, though, she resumed her original expression.

I hadn’t let off a second on what I was doing to her, and she was feeling it—every movement. When she moved her hands to her breasts, I almost lost it. I had to focus on something else to avoid getting caught up in what I was seeing.

If I lived to be a hundred, I was sure I’d never forget the sight of her touching her nipples. As her eyes fully closed and her lips remained parted, she began moving in response to my touch, her legs trembling with the effort to hold her body up.

I moved my finger faster and faster, and her hips matched my movements. After a glance at the door to make sure we weren’t being watched, I returned my attention to her just in time to see her experience her first-ever orgasm. At least I assumed it was her first.

She verified that when she came down after a series of heavy breaths and muffled whimpers. Finally, she fell into my arms, resting on my chest as I put my arms around her to hold her.

We could stay like this all night, but I knew she had a mission in mind. And I was all too happy to help her accomplish it.

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