Page 13 of Untamed Mountain Man

He still didn’t look over at me, and I wanted that more than anything. So I looked at him.

“You think I’m beautiful?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He looked at me then and yes, there was no denying from his expression that he thought I was beautiful. In fact, I’d never felt more beautiful than I did in this moment.

“Kiss me,” I said.

It was another bold move, but I seemed to be on a roll. Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to feel his lips on mine more than I wanted my next breath.

“My pleasure, darling,” he said, and those words melted my heart.

We met across the console, his fingers plunging into my hair as his thumb slid over my cheek. As our lips met, I seemed to breathe a head-to-toe sigh of relief.

This was everything I’d been waiting for since meeting him a couple of hours ago. I moved my hand to his biceps, thrilled that I could finally touch him. Even something as innocent as touching his arm felt naughty.

It wasn’t like this was my first kiss, but it was for sure my firstrealkiss. Nothing that had happened before came close to comparing to this. Not by a long shot.

He finally broke the kiss and said, “Fuck this console. Get over here.”

My eyes widened as I realized he sat there in only his underwear. I was completely naked. He’d have full access to my body.

I should be terrified, or at the very least having second thoughts. Instead, I was beyond excited as he reached to the left of his seat and pushed a lever that sent it moving slowly backward.

This was on.

There wasn’t much room between his lap and the steering wheel before, but now there was plenty of space, even for my curvy ass. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it as I moved, pushing myself over to his side. I wanted him to reach out and help me, but he seemed reluctant to touch me.

Did I need to give him permission? He could touch me anytime he wanted, naked or not. Right now, I was aching to have his hands on me.

Soon, there was no avoiding contact as I moved to straddle him, my calves positioned alongside his thighs. I put a hand on each of his shoulders to brace myself, and that was when his hands went to my hips. I lowered my face to his, and we picked up our kiss where it left off as his hands moved over my ass.

Finally, he broke the kiss, the heat in his eyes practically melting me into a puddle. But he immediately moved downward, kissing his way over my collarbone and down until finally, he ran his tongue around my nipple.

His gaze lifted to my face, probably taking in my reaction. I was so overwhelmed by sensations, I didn’t react at all at first. I just stared at him, trying to take in what I was seeing.

Finally, he took my full nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it until I cried out, my head tilting back, my eyes closing. At the same time, his hand was roaming, his thumb skimming my thigh until finally he made his way to the swollen bud between my legs. I’d touched it several times over the years, trying to bring myself to orgasm, and had never succeeded. I figured I just didn’t know what I was doing. Or maybe I was overthinking it.

But it had never felt like this, no matter how long I’d run my fingers over that area of my body. I’d never been this wet either. All the air seemed to have been sucked out of my body as he slid his thumb over my clit in a consistent circular pattern.

His mouth soon moved to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention he’d given the other one. My hips were moving almost of their own accord in response to his touch.

Did he know what he was doing to me? Probably. I kept thinking about how he looked up at me, gauging my reaction as he moved his tongue around my nipple, and that memory alone sent me over the edge.

In just a matter of seconds, he succeeded in doing something I couldn’t accomplish in years of trying. Heat raced through my body as the wave crested, and I cried out for a second time.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh yes.”

As my body slowly began its descent to normal, he seemed to get that I’d been fully satisfied. He moved his hand back to my hip, and I gradually opened my eyes, looking down at him.

What now? Did we kiss? Did I touch him? Yes, I was supposed to touch him. I wanted to touch him.

Giving him a naughty smile, I wiggled around until I could pull his underwear down at least to thigh level. That erection I’d seen before he jumped in the water was back in full force, begging to be touched.

Yes, he was aching for release just as I had been, and I was all too eager to give it to him.

“I don’t have protection,” he said. “We can fool around, but we probably shouldn’t?—”

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