Page 10 of Tormented Mountain Man

For a second, I worried someone might overhear, but I reminded myself we were all alone over here. A little moan or two definitely wouldn’t hurt.

Finally, he stepped back, withdrawing completely. My hands dropped to my sides, and I stared up at him.

“Stand up and grab that railing,” he said, facing away from me.

My eyes widened. He was ordering me around. Normally, I hated being ordered around, but in this case, it was hot. Super hot.

Oh yeah, I just might be into this.

“If you, you know, want to, that is,” he suddenly said.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Of course I want to. You don’t have to ask permission. Just order me around.”

I saw the hint of a smile. “You like that, huh?”

“Yep. I actually do. Is that okay?”

Now I was the one asking permission. I should take my own advice.

“More than okay,” he said.

I decided to stop overthinking things and move over to the railing as he’d instructed. I put my back to him, hands flattened on either side of me, and stared out at the view. The mountains were straight ahead, lit up by the moon.

In the morning, this would be breathtaking. But I wouldn’t be here in the morning. I’d be in my room, which didn’t have a balcony. Still, I could throw my curtains back?—

He stepped into place behind me, cutting off my thoughts. His hands went around my waist. Within seconds, they were on my stomach, reminding me again that I was topless.

Moving his hands upward, he reached my breasts, and I let out a sigh, my eyes slamming closed as his fingers skimmed over my nipples. Nobody had ever touched my breasts. Nobody had ever seen them, either. This was a huge milestone for me. I wouldn’t want my first time to be with anyone else.

Soon, though, his right hand was making its way over my stomach, and I knew what was coming. It was the first step toward a moment I’d been looking forward to for years. I was going to lose my virginity tonight.

A thrill slammed into me at that realization. It was exactly what I wanted, with the best person. The only person for me.

Hunter began working the button on my jeans. I kept my eyes closed as he slid it through the hole, then lowered my zipper, just as I’d done with his minutes earlier.

He nudged my hair aside with his chin and planted a kiss on my earlobe, then my neck. His hand slid inside my jeans and under my underwear, past the elastic band of my briefs.

I winced. My lingerie drawer was about the most boring thing imaginable. All cotton, straight from the grocery store. They came in a five-pack in multiple colors. Talk about basic.

Right now, he couldn’t see them. He probably wouldn’t judge me based on the feel of the material. Did guys even care about that type of thing?

Again, all thought was wiped out as his hand dove beneath my waistband. He was finally finding the part of me that had gotten so wet over the past half hour or so. Embarrassingly wet.But I had a feeling he was happy to feel just what he’d done to me.

He dipped his finger inside me, and I arched my back, my head resting against his shoulder like it was a pillow. His other hand continued its path over my nipple as he slid his finger in and out, then settled on the nub of flesh at the top of my pussy. He moved in a slow pattern over it as my hips began gyrating, following his rhythm.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his touch and the sound of his breath—deep breathing that indicated he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. I felt his erection poking me in the back, but I couldn’t tell if he was harder than he’d been before.

My body felt like it was on fire as my entire world focused on what he was doing to me. I was going up, up, up toward something, but I wasn’t sure what the end result would be.

Finally, a series of sensations so strong, they nearly dropped me to my knees filled my body. I gripped his arm and bit my lip to keep from letting out a shriek that would wake the other couples.

As the sensations began waning, I stilled, trying to catch my breath. Trying to breathe at all. He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. An affectionate move that I had a feeling wasn’t in his nature.

I leaned to the left a little to look at him. “You gave me my first orgasm.”

“You’ve never given one to yourself?” he asked.

“I’ve been busy.”

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