Page 11 of Merciless Mountain Man

Suddenly, she looked down and gave a nod, as though having decided something in that stretch of silence. Finally, she shrugged off the jacket, tossing it to the ground.

I winced. A jacket like that should be folded neatly and set respectably somewhere. But jackets could be dry cleaned, I supposed.

Meanwhile, she was busy messing with the buttons on her blouse. I held my breath as, one by one, she slid the smallround pieces of plastic through their respective holes, gradually revealing more and more of that beautiful body.

I tried not to stare at her cleavage. It was more than generous. And my fingers twitched as I held myself back from reaching out to touch her.

Her breasts were stuffed into an ordinary nude bra. The bra wasn’t all that special, but it was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.

She tossed her blouse on top of the jacket and turned back to face me. “When do you start exploring me? When I reach down to unbutton your pants?”

Oh, fuck. The thought of her messing with that area of my body made my cock twitch. I didn’t realize until now just how much I wanted her touch.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’ll still let you explore. This is your first time, after all.”

Her gaze dropped to my waist, to that button she’d just mentioned. Again, I held my breath, not daring to make a move for fear of scaring her off.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and grabbed my jeans, unfastening them, then unzipping them. She looked up at me as she moved the zipper slowly down, one tooth at a time. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes, but my heart was hammering so hard against the wall of my chest, I was sure she could hear it.

“Take off everything,” Cassady said.

She was staring at her hands as she said that. I looked down to see that she’d revealed my white boxer briefs. I wanted to tell her to do the same. If it wasn’t her first time, I would. But this was all about her. Whatever she wanted. Whatever made her most comfortable.

There’d be plenty of time to see those beautiful tits. In fact, I planned to see them every day for the rest of my life—if she was on board for it.

With a shrug, I stood, thumbs already tucked under each side of my waistband. That was the waistband of both my jeans and my boxer briefs. I jerked downward rapidly, not forgetting for a moment that I needed to go slowly. My massive erection would likely be a lot for someone who’d never seen one in person before.

She’d seen me naked, of course. She’d seen my cock, but fully erect was a different matter. And I’d been growing this erection for a good half hour, maybe longer.

Her gaze landed on my cock and stayed as I straightened to kick off my shoes, then stepped out of my pants and underwear. When I returned to the rock, I was naked, aside from my socks. I’d remove those if it mattered, but I was pretty sure it didn’t.

Now, it was time to say, “your turn.” I still didn’t. I didn’t even sit on the rock. Instead, I stood next to it, waiting to see what she wanted to do next.

“Can I touch?” she asked.

Oh, good Lord. Of course, she could touch. She could touch any part of me, especially the part she was eyeing right now.

I moved closer, giving her access. “Touch anything you want, baby.”

That sounded like a line. I hoped she didn’t take it that way. It was exactly how I felt, though.

Licking her lips, she reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock. She then slid forward on the rock a little, using her left hand to rub the underside of my balls.

I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped as her hand began stroking and her fingers continued to trail a path over my balls. Fuck, that felt so good. It was clear she was new to all this. Her left hand seemed to be shaking a little, but her right was stroking with confidence. Long, sure strokes that were threatening to topple me over the edge.

Suddenly, she released her grip, and I was torn between missing her touch and being grateful I wouldn’t come right here on the spot. I definitely didn’t want to do that.

When she sat up a little straighter and reached behind her, I knew why she’d stopped. She unclasped her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders, not looking at me as she bared her breasts to me for the first time.

I wasn’t sure if I should stare or look away. I didn’t want her to feel self-conscious. But I sure as hell wanted to stare. So that was exactly what I did.

“You’re the first man to see them,” she said. “I hope you’re not disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

I almost laughed. Was she kidding? I’d never seen a sight more beautiful in my life.

“You’re perfect,” I said. “Everything about you is perfect.”

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