Page 11 of Protective Mountain Man

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PORSHA

That was an orgasm? No wonder people lost their minds over sex.

As I stood and removed my panties, then resumed my spot on the lounge chair, I knew the fun wasn’t over yet. I hoped it wouldn’t ever be over. I wanted a lifetime full of orgasms, all given by the mostly clothed man staring up at me.

“Keep your clothes on,” I said before Brock could move to take anything off. “This is hot as hell.”

His eyebrows arched, making it clear he was now the one who was surprised. Was it the first time he’d heard me cuss? Probably. I usually said words like heck and darn instead of their dirtier substitutes, but he was bringing out a different side of me.

“So you’d prefer this to rose petals and candles?” he asked.

I didn’t even hesitate. I nodded vigorously and boldly wrapped my hand around his shaft.

“I don’t think you’re turned on enough,” I said.

That wasn’t the case at all. In fact, I wasn’t sure this particular part of a man could get any harder. But I wanted an excuse to continue to stroke and tease him. I liked the way he reacted to every little thing I did to him.

I boldly stroked him, watching his reaction carefully with each stroke. His eyes were fully closed now, and I took the opportunity to admire his features. He’d seemed so cold and distant at first, but as the night progressed, I’d seen a different side of him. A side that told me that beneath that crusty exterior lay a heart of gold.

Rising above him, I positioned his tip at my entrance, but I didn’t push him inside. Instead, I stayed in place, coating his tip with my moisture.

He stared up at me through half-lidded eyes, the clench of his jaw telling me just how much he was fighting letting himself feel every bit of this. He wanted to hold out. And I’d give him that, but in the future, I’d tease him like this every chance I got.

The future. Yes, I saw a future with this guy. I’d thought about who I might someday marry and build a life with, but my career had been front and center for so long, I hadn’t actively gone out to find a guy.

As it turned out, he’d found me. He was the man of my dreams—someone more incredible than I could’ve ever imagined.

I leaned forward a little, bracing myself with my left hand on his shoulder as I used my right hand to hold him in place. As I slid onto him. I didn’t go too far—just until I felt resistance. Then I stayed in that position, summoning the strength to push past that resistance.

I was so tight and he was so big, it wasn’t easy, but gradually, my body made way for him. I ignored the pain shooting through me, telling myself it was only temporary. Even if it was painful as hell this first time, it would be worth it.

“Go slow,” he said, probably noticing my pained expression. I tried to hide it, but I tended to wear my emotions on my sleeve. “It’ll get easier.”

Brock was an experienced man. He probably had been with virgins before—at least one. It might have been when he was a teenager, but that experience would help me right now. I definitely needed someone to guide me through this.

And then he did something that surprised me. My eyes were still closed, so I felt it rather than saw it. But as I was trying to find a way to get comfortable, I suddenly felt his fingers on my clit again.

I stared at him in confusion at first, but he didn’t have to say a word. The look on his face said it all. Finally, though, he said two words that meant everything right now.

“Trust me.”

Of course, I trusted him. Not just because he was more experienced, but because all I had to do was look at him to know my heart was safe in his hands.

I did exactly as he suggested, moving slowly, and sure enough, it did get easier. Maybe it was because he was touching me, or maybe my body was opening up. My guess was a combination of both. But soon, the pleasure started to blot out the pain until relatively shallow movements didn’t hurt, and then they started to feel good.

I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him inside me, his fingers moving over my clit. He knew exactly how to touch me. After just one time, he could already push all the right buttons.

It took a little longer than before, but soon enough, I was rising toward that same crest I’d experienced earlier. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as I became aware that my breasts were probably bouncing with each of my movements. Was he staring at them right now? He’d mentioned them earlier as part of his fantasy, and now that fantasy had come true.

I threw my head back and gasped as the waves crashed over me, my entire body trembling. I finally opened my eyes butdidn’t stop moving on him. He still had to come, and one look at him told me that was only seconds away.

He kept his eyes on me, though, as long as he could. Finally, they slid shut, and he leaned his head back like he’d done when he was touching himself earlier. Both of his hands were on my hips once again, guiding me to move faster and faster—not going too deep, but getting the job done. He let out a grunt as finally his orgasm overtook him, and that grunt echoed throughout the area, making me wince.

I looked over my shoulder and verified no one was standing on the other side of the window in the door. The likelihood anyone would come peek in here was pretty small, but I was still paranoid. This was my job.

This was my job.

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