Page 9 of Protective Mountain Man

I nodded. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t force words out for the life of me.

But that seemed to be all the answer she needed. She reached for the hem of her shirt and jerked it up over her head, revealing a nude, silky bra with cleavage for days.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” I said, letting my hand still on my cock.

I had to stop stroking or I’d definitely finish this way, and I didn’t want that to happen. I had to see where this was going.

“I’ve never shown these to a man before,” she said.

She reached behind her, unclasping the bra. When she slid the straps down her arms, my senses went on overload.

She’d just said something important, but all I could do was stare at the view next to me. The nipples were slightly darker than I’d imagined, but it was a little tough to see in the dim lighting. I could tell that her breasts were even bigger than I’d imagined. That was a pleasant surprise.

My hands itched to touch, but I kept them where they were. I had to exercise patience here.

“Now the pants,” I said. “If, that is, you want to take them off.”

She looked back over her shoulder, and her words from a few seconds ago came back to me. She’d never shown her breasts to a man before.

A man had never seen her naked? That didn’t seem possible. Maybe she meant she never stripped while standing next to a man. That was possible. Most of my early adulthood sexual experiences were fumbling in backseats of cars and on couches. I rarely saw a woman naked in person until I was older.

Her panties matched her bra. That was one thing I noticed as she let the khaki pants fall to her ankles, then kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the pants. She stood next to that pile, shifting her arms around nervously as she moved her weight from foot to foot like she didn’t know what to do next. I could take care of that.

“Come here,” I said. “Straddle me.”

I waited for her to turn me down. This was her chance to back out. She could get dressed and walk out of here and nothing more would come of this. Or she could stand there and just watch me jerk off. Maybe she could touch herself too. I was cool with that. But this was her game. She made the rules. I just played by them.

Her eyes finally returned to my face again, and she chewed her lip thoughtfully. She was trying to decide if she wanted to do this or not.

I opened my mouth to give her an out, but before I could say a word, she moved. She climbed on top of me, looking back over her shoulder again toward the door.

It was still pretty dark in here. I could clearly make her out, thanks to the light streaming in, but I wasn’t sure anyone who glanced through that window in the door would be able to see us very clearly. I’d suggest we go somewhere else, but no way was I interrupting this. So I’d just keep half an eye on the door.

“Can I touch it?” Porsha asked.

She was still above me, legs on either side of me, seemingly hesitant to fully sit on my legs. I nodded, removing my hand and settling it onto her thigh. It was the first time I’d touched her, and it sent blood straight to my erection, making it twitch. She seemed to notice that, her eyes widening as her hand wrapped around it.

“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t imagine it’d feel like this.”

Those words registered, but barely. I made a mental note to come back to that. Right now, her touch felt so damn good, I couldn’t think of much of anything else, and I surely wasn’t going to speak and ruin the moment.

“Will this fit inside me?” she asked.

That question brought a frown to my face. Okay, I had to put aside what she was doing to me to get some answers.

“Is this part of an act?” I asked. “You’ve done this before, right?”

As her movements stilled and she stared at me, I knew, without her saying a word, that she hadn’t. And now she was afraid to admit it.

“You’re a virgin?” I asked.

“In every way. I mean, I’ve kissed guys—only a few—but it never went further than that. Their hands would start wandering and I’d stop them. I don’t know, it just never felt right.”

She continued to stare at me, waiting for my reaction. Maybe she thought I’d turn her down. Maybe I should. I could wine and dine her and romance her for a few weeks, then give her a first time she’d never forget.

But this went beyond sex. I was already falling for this woman. Crazy but true. From the second I’d met her, I felt drawn to her. And the more I got to know her, the more I realized we just clicked.

It was right. She was the one. And I was going to be her first time.

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