Page 18 of Sheltered By the Mountain Man

Wrapping my arms around her, I roll until she's under me and position my hips between her thighs.

Bella yelps in surprise, then giggles—sounding like pure magic. She opens her thighs wider, allowing me to settle fully against her core. The heat burns me in the best way.

I rock my hips, gently thrusting. Even though we've not known each other long, I've studied those beautiful golden-green eyes until I've memorized every fleck. Seeing them darken with desire is like watching the sunset. A beauty you know you could never get used to and yet watch it again and again.

“Kiss me, Mason.” She nips my lower lip. “I love the feel of your weight on me.”

She's goddamn perfect. Tiny, yet we fit perfectly. I slant my lips over hers, kissing her hard and deep. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, telling her without words all the things I want to do to her.

When the pain creeps back in, I roll onto my back, draping her over my chest, and break the kiss. Gripping her hips, I angle her core over my cock and thrust up, grinding our lower bodies together.

She whimpers against my lips. “Yes. Like that.”

It's not enough. I twine my fingers in her hair, loving the way the curls wrap around them, and pull her down for another hot, hungry kiss. My blood is surging in my veins. I know I need to slow this down a little. I want her to come for me. Getting my body and brain on board is another story.

Bella breaks the kiss and yanks the flannel over her head. It's so big, she doesn't even need to unbutton it. Justwhoosh, and those fantastic tits are on display. I trail my hands up her ribs, taking my time to feel the satin of her skin and hear the hitch in her breath as I trace a path just below her breasts.

Impatient, she takes one of my hands and places it where she wants it. Her hard nipple presses into the center of my palm. Irub back and forth over it, then cup her breast. They're perfect for my hands. My Bella isn't skin and bones. Her beauty is natural. Full breasts, a soft belly, and thighs that hug my hips just right. Her nipples are a dusky pink, same as her lush mouth, and I ache to know if she's that same pretty color all the way down.

She arches into my hand. “Yes.”

Rearing up, I suck that hard peak into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.

A rush of heat presses against my dick. I slide my other hand over her hip and across her thigh, dipping between her spread legs to tease at her entrance. She's still wearing a pair of my boxers. Convenient, since they have a handy little panel for getting things out, or in her case, letting my fingers in.

Bella gasps the second my fingers sweep over her bare pussy. Her honey coats me, allowing me to stroke back and forth over her folds.

She grips the strands of my hair and presses her forehead to mine. All the while her hips rock, rubbing her sweet pussy against my fingers.

“That's it, baby. Feel the way I touch you. Take what you need.”

“D-don't stop,” she begs.

“You want my fingers inside you? My thumb dancing over your clit while I pump my fingers in you? Preparing you for my cock?”

She whines her approval. “Love your dirty talk. I didn't think I would.”

I switch to her other breast, licking and sucking her nipple while I find her entrance. She's tight. Damn tight. “You've thought about this?” Pushing a second thick finger inside is a struggle. I'm going to have to open her up more if she's going to take me.

“I've read about it.” Her nails dig into my shoulders as her body arches.

Of course she has. I pump my fingers into her, working her nipple with my mouth and her clit with my thumb. My little lamb reads about everything in case she ever—

I pull off her breast with a pop and lift my head. My breath saws in and out of my lungs, yet I feel like I can't breathe. Bella's eyes are closed, head thrown back as her body trembles, her hips grinding down on my hand.

She's beautiful. Responsive. Tight.

Innocent.

In case she ever has the chance to try it.

The words bounce around in my head, stilling my fingers. Bella has never been with a man. I knew she was innocent in nature. I should have realized... She's felt overlooked her whole life. When would she have...? Jesus. I'm not a small man. There's no way I can do this. What if I hurt her?

What if she regrets it?

Her eyes snap open, and she grips my shoulders. “No. Don't stop. I was almost... almost there.”

Her sweet plea breaks through the haze. I can't make love to her, but I can make her feel good. I swipe my thumb through her folds, getting it nice and wet, then circle it back over her clit. Round and round while I slowly push my fingers back inside her.

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