Page 16 of Chiseled Mountain Man

“Wow,” she said. “Is this for me?”

She’d lowered her eyes to stare at my erection, but now she lifted them to my face again. It took me a second to remember that I’d said similar words to her earlier. I’d asked if her being so wet was because of me.

“Only you,” I said. “I’ve never been this hard for anyone in my life.”

Did that sound like a lie? I sure hoped not.

Without warning, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, bringing a groan from somewhere deep inside me. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her stroking me, knowing all of this was new to her. There was something so fucking exciting about walking this gorgeous angel through her first time.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked.

My eyes opened. Only partway, though. I couldn’t lift my lids above a certain point. I was so turned on, I was surprised I was even standing.

“Perfect,” I said. “Just one problem.”

Her hopeful expression deflated, and knowing I’d done that stabbed me right in the heart. I rushed to explain, if only to erase her frown.

“I’m barely hanging by a thread as it is,” I said. “I have a condom in the house. I could take you back there, and we’ll go to my bedroom.”

She was shaking her head before I reached the end of that last sentence. “I want to do it here. I’m on the pill. I’m fine.”

I breathed a sigh of relief at that. “My bed’s more comfortable than this.”

“It’s hot,” she said. “I want to be your work of art. I want you to touch me like you touched that sculpture.”

My pleasure. But there wasn’t a soft surface in the whole place. I looked around and decided standing up was the best way not to get splinters.

“Turn around again,” I said. “Put your hands on that table. Do you trust me?”

She nodded. “Implicitly.”

“It’s going to hurt,” I said. “I’ll stand still. You take me in only as deep as is comfortable for you. Take your time. Okay?”

She nodded. Why did I have a feeling she had no idea how painful this could actually get? Heck, I had no clue. I’d never been with a virgin, and even if I had, I wouldn’t know how it felt for a woman. There was no pain involved when a man lost his virginity.

“Like this?” she asked.

She turned and put both hands on the stool where she’d sat just seconds ago. Finally, she gripped both sides, like she was afraid that the stool might get away from her.

I tried not to gawk, but God, the woman was gorgeous. She still wore that underwear—white cotton that she made look sexier than the skimpiest lingerie.

From this angle, I could see the swell of her large breasts—beyond large. More than a handful. She looked over her shoulder at me and I just about came on the spot. But I summoned my restraint and walked toward her, putting a hand on each of her hips, then sliding her underwear down to mid-thigh.

“Spread farther, baby,” I said as I moved in closer.

Even though she was new to this, she seemed to know just the right angle we’d need. I moved in, my hand grasping my cock as I found her wet slit and teased myself by testing her moisture with my tip.

I groaned. It felt so damn good. I was also aware I still had my pants around my thighs. She and I had that much in common.

But I didn’t need to get completely naked. I’d just redress when this was over and take her back to my cabin and make love to her all night. If she was sore, I’d lick her until she came—again and again until she was so tired she could barely hold her eyes open and she drifted off to sleep with a look of sheer bliss on her face.

As promised, I nudged just a little inside her, then waited, returning my hands to her hips and holding myself still. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” she said, sounding breathless. “Maybe it won’t hurt. I should try?—”

Without even waiting for my response, she plunged me deeper inside her and cried out. It was too far, too soon. I immediately pulled back. I’d do anything I could to take away the pain.

“I can do this,” she said.

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