Page 19 of Fierce Mountain Man

“Spread a little wider for me, baby,” he said into my ear, and his voice sent a fresh pool of moisture straight to my pussy.

I bit my lip and did exactly as he commanded, widening my stance a little and letting out another sigh as one finger slid inside me. He groaned, and I assumed that meant he liked what he found there. I was wet and warm and oh so ready for him. But how could it be any other way when I’d spent the past hour sitting on a sofa with him as he gradually got naked?

He didn’t keep his finger inside me. He pulled out and didn’t plunge back in again. Instead, he focused on an area at the top of my opening, moving his finger over it and sending shards of warmth spreading through my body.

Holy hell, that felt good. Nothing had ever felt that good. Was this where I was supposed to touch myself when I wasmasturbating? I really had no idea. I could have looked it up. I’d certainly been curious about it enough times. I just never wanted that as part of my search history.

Soon, my hips were automatically gyrating in response to his touch, and he let out another groan. That was when I realized I was moving along his shaft. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. My hips were gyrating, and the warmth was spreading. It was like my entire being was focused on that one little part of my body.

I wanted this feeling to never end. But I was definitely building toward something.

“Ah. Ah.Ah.”

It was a weird noise, but I was making it, and I couldn’t stop the sound from coming out. And then I let out the loudest gasp of all.

A feeling so intense, it blew me backward against him raced through my body. He held me steady, though, keeping me from toppling both of us over. And he rode the waves with me until I finally stopped moving.

It would be a while before I could catch my breath. I knew that much. But in the meantime, I’d work on getting these clothes off.

I tilted forward slightly, planning to twist in his arms, but then I felt him remove his hands. He began working the clasp on my bra, and I looked down.

My pants were undone, but still completely on. But I could do something about that. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed each side and tugged them down, pulling the panties with them.

Tobias stepped back as I did the wiggle necessary to slip out of my one dress shoe and shimmy the rest of my clothing down to my ankles. I’d removed the boot while we were playing cards, knowing this was coming. Only as I stepped out of my pants andunderwear did I realize how silly I must look. I was supposed to be turning him on, not making him laugh.

But he wasn’t laughing when I turned to face him, now completely naked. The look on his face was definitely serious, and the heat in his eyes was impossible to miss.

His gaze dropped to my chest, and I held my breath as I waited to see his reaction. There was only appreciation in his stare.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Perfect. Get on the couch. I’m going to make you come again.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but then I thought about what he was offering. That feeling I’d had just minutes ago? I wanted that again and again and again.

I did exactly as he said, sitting and watching as he knelt between my legs. It reminded me of last night when he’d lovingly wrapped my foot. He seemed to take the same care as he began kissing his way up my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my heat.

I wiggled a little as his hands looped around my thighs to still me. He looked up at me as he pressed his mouth to my aching slit.

And then his tongue made contact with my clit and sensations exploded inside me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, my legs trembling as he flicked his tongue over that swollen bud.

It was amazing how fast my arousal returned. I should have been fully satisfied and tired, but no. I suddenly couldn’t get enough.

Within seconds, he had me rising again, climbing toward that inevitable crest. I reached up and grabbed the couch cushion behind my right shoulder, my left hand gripping the armrest next to me. My ass came off the couch as my orgasmrushed through my body, filling me with those now-familiar sensations.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, not even caring that I was using profanity in front of a guy I was trying to impress. He’d appreciate my enthusiasm, I was sure.

Finally, my eyes slid open, and I looked at him. Taking that as the cue that I’d come back down, he leaned back, smiling at me.

“Now I want you to turn around, your knees on the cushion,” he said. “Brace yourself on the back of the couch.”

Oh, he was going to do it from behind? Would that hurt worse for a virgin?

I wasn’t sure which way would be better, but I trusted him. I also kind of liked the thrill of this unconventional position. Missionary was for everyday people. With Tobias, everything would be extraordinary.

A few seconds later, I was in position, gripping the back of the couch, my eyes closed as I felt him move in behind me. He urged me to spread my legs a little wider, and I did just that, feeling weird about it. Did this look sexy at all? Probably not.

When I felt his hands on my ass, none of that mattered. He was touching me, and he was about to slide inside me. I gripped the couch cushion, just as I’d done before, but this time I was bracing myself for pain.

When I felt his tip probing my entrance, my pussy clenched a little. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him to go as deep as he could go and stay there. Basically, I wanted to become one with him in every way possible.

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