Page 14 of Dangerous Mountain Man

But he was over by his nightstand, pulling open the drawer. He withdrew a string of square packets and ripped one off.

Condoms. I’d seen commercials for them, but I’d never encountered one in the wild. No surprise that he’d want to protect me, but it bothered me that he was prepared. Had he slept with other women in this bed? Of course, he had. He was drop-dead gorgeous and single. He’d probably caught the attention of a ski bunny who’d come home with him at least once. Maybe dozens of times.

Jealousy stabbed at me. I didn’t want this man to have slept with anybody else, and that was a completely immature way to think of it. He was in his mid-thirties. It was naïve to believe he wouldn’t have been around the block a time or two. Or ten. Or a hundred.

“You okay?” he asked.

He stood by the bed now, the packet in his right hand. A bulge definitely showed beneath his underwear. I sat up, not breaking eye contact with him, and parted my legs on eitherside of him, pulling his underwear down with both hands. His erection sprang out, teasing me, its tip just inches from my mouth.

I snaked my tongue out and licked him. He liked that. And then I dared to lift my eyes to meet his. The clenched jaw and the fire in his stare erased any self-consciousness I might’ve had.

Suddenly, I saw why he’d enjoyed pleasuring me multiple times in a row. There was something intoxicating about giving this man pleasure.

As I wrapped my hand around his cock, I felt a power I never had before. Especially when I began stroking him and he let out a guttural sound. It was hot as hell. I couldn’t think of anything hotter.

Finally, I went for it. I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, still not reaching his base. My hand still rested at his shaft. I moved both my hand and my mouth at the same time, stroking as much of his length as I could handle.

No way was that going to fit inside me. Not only was he long, but he was thick. This was going to be a challenge.

“Lay down and spread those legs,” he said suddenly.

I’d been sucking him for at least a few minutes at that point. He pulled away, gripping his erection as he stared at me with an intensity that took my breath. That was when I got it. It wasn’t an insult to my performance. The opposite. He was enjoying it too much.

Yeah, I might be an amateur at this, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t having a tough time holding out. And he would definitely want to make sure that he lasted as long as possible. He might even want me to come again. And that was not going to happen. Not with the pain that was about to come.

I did exactly as he commanded, happily—although I didn’t spread my legs very wide until he actually moved between them. By then, his underwear was on the floor, and he was rolling thecondom onto his erection. He positioned himself above me, and I gripped the bedsheets under me, bracing myself.

But he didn’t enter me. Not just yet. Instead, he surprised me by lowering his mouth to mine and capturing my lips in a long, sweet kiss.

I sighed against him. The kiss had me melting into a big puddle of goo. It also took my mind off the pain that was to come. Until, that was, he broke the kiss and looked down at me.

“Let me know when it hurts,” he said. “I’m going to go slowly, okay?”

The concern in his voice had an even deeper impact on me than the intensity I’d seen earlier. He’d take care of me. I could trust him.

He gently probed my entrance as I kept my gaze trained on his face. Just looking at him grounded me and made me feel safe, secure. Everything was going to be alright.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for pain, but he didn’t go far at all. Just a couple of inches, then he pulled out. That wasn’t going to do anything. Hell, I probably still qualified as a virgin with penetration that shallow.

“Deeper,” I said, tilting my hips toward him.

That brought him in a little deeper. A little too deep. Pain shot through me. I sucked in air and squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for it to pass. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him staring down at me, his muscles flexed as he held himself above me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “I guess I got a little too brave there. I’m fine.”

The pain was starting to lessen. When he started moving again, it didn’t get worse. Maybe I’d numbed somewhat, but all I felt was pressure as his thick shaft slid slightly deeper and deeper.

He didn’t break eye contact, and his stare made me feel protected. He wouldn’t let anything happen. He’d make sure this hurt as little as possible.

“Do me a favor,” he said.

My eyes widened. “Anything.”

“Touch yourself.”

My mouth fell open. No words came out.

---