Page 22 of Rescued By the Mountain Man

When I reached the button of her jeans, I paused, silently asking permission. She gave a shaky nod. With deliberate care,I peeled them down her hips. Her underwear matched the bra—plain cotton, unassuming, somehow making her look even more alluring. The damp fabric clung to her skin, and I noticed how her body tensed in anticipation.

I hooked my fingers around the waistband, sliding the underwear down her thighs, unveiling her fully. My breath caught at the sight of her bared curves, the innocence of it all searing me with its honesty. She instinctively squeezed her knees together, self-conscious, but I laid a calming hand on her thigh, gently urging them apart.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, voice unsteady.

She swallowed. “You— I’ve never—”

“I know,” I said, leaning in to kiss her again. “And I’m honored you’d trust me.”

Her lips quirked in a small, nervous smile before she tugged at my own clothes. Taking the hint, I shrugged out of my jacket and shirt, then wrestled my boots and jeans off in a clumsy rush. The taut press of my erection against my boxers was almost painful by then. She stared openly at me, eyes drifting over the scars on my shoulder and chest, not with pity but with a reverent softness that nearly unraveled me.

Once I’d stripped away the last barrier, her gaze dropped to my hard cock, curiosity and trepidation mingling in her expression. Wanting to ease her into this, I knelt on the mattress, nudging her thighs apart again. Gently, I ran my palm over her inner leg, feeling her tremble at the intimate contact.

When I lowered my mouth between her legs, she gasped, her hand flying to my hair. I let my tongue glide over her folds, testing for what made her moan. The taste of her, the heat, was intoxicating. Each time I found a spot that made her hips lift,I lingered there, building her tension. She let out soft, breathy cries, half-lost to the sensations.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice tight with a blend of shock and pleasure. “Mack, I—”

I circled her most sensitive spot, lapping softly until she started to quake. Her knuckles whitened where they clutched the sheets. My own body was on the edge just from hearing her little cries, from knowing she was on the brink of ecstasy for the first time in her life.

She shattered with a sharp intake of breath, inner muscles fluttering in waves of release. I gripped her thighs, riding out each tremor until she melted back onto the blankets. My heart thundered, overwhelmed by the privilege of witnessing her orgasm.

Slowly, I crawled up, kissing my way up her stomach, brushing my lips over her nipples again. Her chest heaved. She grasped my arms, pulling me closer. “I—I want to make you feel like that, too.”

Swallowing a groan, I guided her hand to my erection, letting her explore me with shy curiosity. She tried to wrap her palm fully around it, her touch both exhilarating and too much to handle. I gritted my teeth, scarcely believing how quickly I was losing control.

Gently, I removed her hand, pinning it above her head. “You’ll have me undone in seconds,” I managed, half-laughing at the truth of it.

Her lips curved in the faintest smile, and I braced myself above her, supporting my weight so I wouldn’t crush her. “Ready?” I asked, one last time.

She nodded, eyes shining. “Yes… please.”

The single word broke every restraint I had. Carefully, I positioned myself at her entrance, easing forward. She tensed and let out a tiny gasp, so I paused, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “Just breathe,” I murmured. “We’ll go slow.”

She relaxed her legs around my waist, urging me on. Inch by agonizing inch, I slid inside her, feeling her body’s resistance yield to slick warmth. My vision blurred at the raw pleasure. She was so tight, so new, and I forced myself not to thrust deeper until I felt her body accept me.

When I was fully inside, we both let out shuddering breaths. I brushed damp hair from her eyes, my own chest tight at the sight of her swollen parted lips and the wonder in her expression. “You okay?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip. “It’s— I’m okay. It’s just… intense.”

Relief mingled with desire. I began to move, a slow rhythm that let her adjust. She clutched my shoulders, nails lightly digging into my skin. Each time I withdrew and slid back, tension spiked inside me, magnified by the knowledge that this was her first time.

Gradually, the initial discomfort faded from her face, replaced by mounting pleasure. Her breath caught, and she rocked her hips in time with mine. I groaned, letting my forehead drop to hers as the friction built. The only sounds were our ragged gasps, the soft squeak of the mattress, the faint crackle of the dying fire.

She started to tremble again, each thrust drawing a broken moan from her throat. My blood roared in my ears, primal need flooding every sense. Harder now, deeper—my control slipped, guided by her response. She cried out when I hit that perfect spot, ankles locking behind my back to keep me there.

“Come for me,” I whispered, voice shaking with urgency.

Her pupils blew wide, a whimper escaping just before her body seized. She clenched around me, inner walls gripping in rolling waves, and it triggered my own release so violently I almost blacked out. I groaned her name in a voice I didn’t recognize, burying myself to the hilt as ecstasy crashed through me.

Time lost meaning in that moment, everything drowned in heat and stuttering heartbeats. When the aftershocks passed, I collapsed to the side, pulling her against my chest so I didn’t crush her under my weight. We lay there, panting, sweat-cooling skin pressed together. My hand cupped her cheek, and she turned her face into my palm, eyes glassy with wonder.

“That…” She exhaled, words failing. I brushed my lips across her temple, understanding she meant it in the best way.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, equally stunned. I stroked a thumb across her chin, feeling equal parts protective and humbled by what we’d shared.

She nestled into me, letting out a small, contented sigh. Outside, the remnants of the rain tapped softly on the roof, but inside, quiet reigned—an intimate silence that spoke volumes. With her in my arms, the rest of the day’s battles, the flood, the lingering trauma… all of it receded into the background.

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring—whether the orchard’s repairs would hold, whether I could ever truly overcome the ghosts that haunted me. But for the first time in years, I felt something close to peace. And all it had taken was the unconditional trust of a woman who saw in me more than scars or a tarnished past—she saw a man who was worthy.

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